Exactly, which is why I don’t think she should be lauded for seeing what was in front of her eyes and in her mouth for a very long time.

“and even black chicks.” nobody I know would touch that dirty dick if he was the one paying. fuck outta here.

I’ve always disliked Chloe even though I liked her in Shattered Glass and American Psycho. She comes across as pretentious and self-righteous. I remember when she was trying to be a cool, edgy hipster girl who disdained capitalism and commercialism but then it was revealed that she got paid to go to parties and to…

Now I want challah. Thanks, Lobster Crotch

There’s still time!

She’s going to cherish her memory of being on the show and high school will fade away for her like it does for everyone else.

Good lord... “And even black chicks..”?!? I thought nothing could be worse than the Craigslist Casual Encounters posts.. This is worse.

Sevigny had a small part in Dogville more than a decade ago and since then has many times defended von Trier’s work ethic and body of work, which is certainly justifiable. LvT has tons of problems and has said/done some problematic things, but predation is not one of them. It’s surprising to see Sevigny turn on him in…

All I know is this: I thank the stars that none of the unfortunate blow jobs that I have given in my 40 years have been filmed, much less booed at Cannes.

I have an unnatural adoration for Chloe Sevigny. I can’t even say I’m crazy about many of her films (I found Big Love execrable). But I find Chloe’s personality and style very agreeable; she and I are from the same hometown, and when she is interviewed I am transported back to childhood and the artsy kids I grew up…

The Brown Bunny did one wonderful thing. It provided Roger Ebert with the best review of his life:

I have total disdain for her outfits.

Ditto, baby. Ditto.

Lou Reed: Here you go, got your order from the bar. Whoa, Prince?

I’m still half expecting him to show up somewhere, as his larger than life persona tells me he cannot be gone. Minneapolis is shrouded in purple. I was lucky enough to get into First Ave last night and cried, sang, and danced with hundreds of other fans.

If Prince didn’t think about “gone,” neither will I. He’s not gone. He’s only as far away as my CDs. And if any of his vaulted songs are released (and I only want them to be if he had wanted them to be), it can be like he never died at all.

This entire situation is just devastating to me. Unreal and so sad.

That’s a damn shame.

The only white girl that’s been rumored to be with him is some cheap-looking blonde named Casey Cohen, who worked at 1OAK before trying to parlay some reality-TV success.

All of this is just gross. Like, if Jay Z wants to cheat, fine. If Beyoncé wants to write a passive aggressive lyric about that, fine. If Rachel wants to brag about it on Instagram, fine. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.