“Dear Basketball” was one of the weakest two films nominated in the animated shorts category. I wanted to like it with all my heart, but it’s about as emotion-laden as a saltine. Little Kobe is adorable. Adult Kobe is still an ass, paying for vanity projects just like everyone else in Hollywood.

I just paid you again. But seriously, though, when is George going to pony up? He’s a deadbeat, insofar all the checks he owes me. I would make my entire living off of internet commenting if he wasn’t so delinquent.

Not to pick on you, but I’ve been around Jezebel since its inception as well. This is my second kinja account, and I remember fondly the days before Miz Jenkins and a handful of others were ultimately banned because they had the temerity to criticize a few writers. 

I do so enjoy having a fellow woman designate herself a mouthpiece for the commentariat and create a hill to die on in the form of interpreting Jezebel in the most self-centered philosophical manner. All on a site where the regular commentariat will let massively racist, misogynistic commenters out of the gray…

This deserves more than the one star I could give. Thank you. It perversely made my day.

Jesus. That’s fucking ridiculous.

Shockingly, the Masu sushi place on the third floor is quite good. Terrific bartender on weekends, too, which helps tremendously when you need a solo escape from visiting family members wandering the mall.

Drew, you are always welcome in Minnesota.

I would honestly give my soul (if I had one) to see that (Prince haunting JT).

Speaking of disrespect, you’ve heard about JT renting Paisley Park for his album drop a couple days ago, right? It did not sit well at all with my fellow Prince fans up north, when the news broke. My heart feels icky and heavy.

When I first laid eyes on the ticket, I thought it was a game of “name 6000 things wrong with this ticket”, the first and foremost wrong item being President Trump. Followed by the misspelling, layout, stupid choice of black blurry font on darkish blue paper, so on and so forth.

I blatantly share your pessimism, for a number of reasons. Venerating fascism and nationalism while vilifying anything that is remotely socialist or promotes equity has been perfected over the years by the Republican party with inspiration from the KKK and other white nationalist organizations. Now that they’re…

I grew up in a very rural part of the country. Trust: consistent access to birth control was not there in the ‘80s and ‘90s, and is still not there to this day. But do continue to defend the mythos that a time existed in the US where these things were accessible and available to all.

Misplaced or ambiguous modifier FTW

Dammit, man: had I known about this sooner, we would have postponed our flights out of the country to see you at the Amsterdam. Have a great time. Here’s to hoping I can catch the podcast by that stage in the flight.

Yes—we no longer need a husband to co-sign for a bank account or birth control. But to be perfectly honest, in the US it’s not easy or guaranteed still to this day for women to get access to the birth control they need. It’s a constant reminder of how far we *haven’t* come in practice, despite leaps and bounds in…

I never say this about anyone, but I love everything about your comment. Particularly the final clause and poopy diapers. Never trust a person who hasn’t had to change a kid. Seriously.

Not as much time as financial institutions would have you believe. They are quite able to do this in 48 hours’ time. No excuses from the banks.

Even when a will or power-of-attorney isn’t designated in advance, financial holding institutions have as policy a hierarchy of survivors and beneficiaries who can access or control accounts. Typically, the first person on the automatic hierarchies is a surviving spouse, followed by children, etc. This never should…

THANK YOU. I did a terrible job articulating this last night on a number of occasions. Including the never-ending-white-actresses-of-a-certain-stature complicity that prevents real change.