His seedless was strong.

Shut your mouth! Barry Manilow's won a few!

That's more or less the key to Ziggy Marley's existence. At least Damien's done some tracks I like.

Thought that was an AVN award category, actually.

Probably better off that way.

Ya know, some tourist in Brazil actually tried to take a selfie with a lemon shark and just about got her face bitten off. Poetic justice, really.

So the RIAA really thinks that Ziggy Fucking Marley had last year's best reggae album. Shit, I'd like to roll up some of the stuff that they're smoking

Of course Jim Croce had a name for himself. Sheesh!

It's beautifully honest stories about the role that cultural products play in our lives like this one that makes these boards so interesting.

This guy sounds like the Wesley Willis of internet erotica.

Hey, hey, hey, I was just playing along with the argument. I actually have no idea whether she benefited from her supposed status or whether it was an oh-by-the-way comment of the kind that many people make. I don't know whether she checked a form or mentioned it conversationally or anything. See my comments…

Not to defend Warren's actions here — she's obviously not a minority — but whatever the rules that the Chocktaw nation might have, most people know little-to-nothing for certain about their ancestry and it often becomes a playground for family legend and convenient assumptions.

Honestly, I thought about the Rachel Dolezol story was man-bites-dog. Of course, there's a long and storied history of black folks passing as white, but it usually doesn't go the other way. That, plus her position in the NAACP, makes it newsworthy. Whereas a whole lot of white Americans have a "my grandpa told me in…

Nobody comes out of this thing looking good: not Harvard who opportunistically used her supposed heritage to make themselves look good, and certainly not the people throwing around ethnic slurs that they should know better not to use.

It's in the past tense because he came and went.

The Dwarves made terrible Record Store Day ambassadors. Heck, half the stores refused to sell you Blood, Guts and Pussy without a black plastic wrapper.

Nah. It's probably age. Music sounds better when you don't have to worry about the odd grey hair popping up.

Frankly, this describes my parents' marriage with stunning precision.

As I always say, shoulda gone with "chthonic."

Look, I'm thirty-eight and live with my aging parents. I live in a city, so I get out a lot, but let's just say that we're a pretty close knit bunch — expatriate families often are — and that my life turned out a lot more like certain aspects of Grey Gardens than I hoped it would. With a whole lot less money involved,…