"Sorry, I thought you were my job description." #slowdown

The bike's "Never Forget 12/7" sticker might explain it.

"Questions remain. Why would a cop intentionally clip a runner? Ok wait, let me rephrase—why would a cop intentionally clip a runner on live TV in front of sidewalks of spectators and a chase pack of competitors?"

"Sorry, I thought you were black."

Are you sure about that? Her boots currently knock with Jason Momoa's boots.

I think it is implying that Bonet "felt" or "sense" something wasn't right and wanted to get away from his control.

Too bad she didn't knock him over and bust his hip on accident.

This is the outfit:

hm how about y'all fuckers try not disrespecting the dead officers by pushing your shitty union agenda during the funeral? how about you actually pay your condolences to the family in mourning & not your own fucking victim complex.

I suspect that, like most things with the NYPD, at the bottom of this issue is the fact that Chirlane McCray is black.

NYPD, this one's for you:

I just can't with this. You know what's disrespectful? Turning your fucking back on the Mayor of New York because you're upset that he, what? Talked about having to protect his son from police violence? Fuck right off with your jeansgate.

emma stone is so fucking charming, i can't handle it.

There is also another perfect example of this is news, man can be fat, bolding, asshole, but women. .noo she needs to be skinny, youthful looking, proper, etc...

Years ago, there was an actress- wish I could remember who, Jessica Lange maybe?- who said that roles for women come in three age categories: ingenue, District Attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy. Which means that if you're a woman in Hollywood aged between 25 and 45, or 50ish to 70, you are SOL.

Kristen Bell's response to Giuliana Rancic asking her if a second baby is easier is perfect. "It's the same amount of work... because it's another baby."

Tupperware.

In a perfect world where you used exactly 10 place settings with no odds and ends related to cooking this would be great. The real world is a dirty mishmash of cups, spatulas, pots and pans of varying sizes that never fit perfectly together.

This is true. It is much better to wash your knives in the blood of your enemies.