YUSSS!!!!!

So, does the fact that the story was pulled suggest that it didn’t pass fact-check muster? Or was it legal pressure from the McDreamy Team? Because I would imagine you’d have to show a pretty high bar for libel, especially when the article isn’t suggesting illegal activity. The only story my friend (former colleague…

I have a friend who works for one of the...um...seamier UK publications who would confirm that. I’m not sure what the situation is with the American tabloids, but over on this side of the Atlantic, the defamation laws are so tight that fact-checkers are almost always deployed for salacious gossip stories. The stories…

Well, I mean, it *is* extinct. We can’t *clone* a Woolly Mammoth, because the process of cloning requires living tissue. What we ARE on the brink of (maybe, possibly one day) doing is splicing Mammoth DNA with living elephant DNA to create an animal which has the some of the properties of the original species, but…

PUUUUUUUUUUUKE

Oopsies!

The true measure of a society is how it protects its most vulnerable and powerless members.

The answer to this question is

Perez Hilton is like a literal caricature of a human being.

I stand corrected.

I don’t think you have to worry about that. Friends in the publishing world tell me she is notoriously gracious and approachable.

When has she donated directly to politicians/political parties? She has donated multi-millions to MS research, literacy, ending the institutionalization of children globally, animal welfare charities, disaster relief, among others. I don’t recall her EVER (publicly) donating to a candidate or party.

I love this woman with the fiery passion of a million suns.

This. There is nothing entertaining about addiction. If Amy were my girl, I’d be pretty heartsick to see her suffering offered up to the Saturday night movie crowd.

Oh goodie. Another opportunity for that piece of shit freeloader Civil-Fielder to exploit Amy.

Ugh. I just find that man so tedious and overblown. I know that’s his schtick, but it’s so vapid.

Vegas- where dreams, dignity and self-respect go to die.

As a native Bostonian, I can appreciate the marathon, but fuck me if you’d catch me anywhere near the route (either as a spectator, participant or innocent bystander) on race day. I’m not about crowds and traffic jams.

People are going to get their knickers in a twist over this because it is a Catholic school. As a byproduct of the Catholic education system (where I got a pretty ho-hum education, and didn’t realize until I went to private school), and as a staunch anti-Catholic Church kinda person (seriously...they’re assholes), I…

For some reason, the guy saying over and over “I’m out of my jacket! I’m out of my jacket!” is the scariest part. Because if you’re on the side of a collapsing, snow covered mountain without any protective gear whatsoever, you’re pretty much as good as dead.