We are none of us out here on our own. THAT may in fact be the one beautifully simple, fundamental truth of Blackness.
We are none of us out here on our own. THAT may in fact be the one beautifully simple, fundamental truth of Blackness.
It's cute how you think that it wasn't obvious that he was doing it to the woman on the panel, but not the other man.
I don't think one has anything to do with the other, unfortunately. My gay friends are super liberal (obviously) but even they seem to have a hard time realizing the 'interrupting' thing. Sexism is an ingrained thing - I now suggest you start noticing as you walk down the street how few men will step aside as you…
Actually, perhaps I am jaded and have a dark heart, but I see it as some sort of pre-planned maneuver to show the world how hep Google is. Not unlike the entire premise of that Google commercial masquerading as a comedy buddy movie last year.
Because other white dudes can not understand what diversity means unless it comes from the mouth of white dudes. How can they know what's important to listen to, unless the ladies are interrupted and corrected by people who actually know how the world works?
I'm reluctant to condone an egging, but it seems justified in this case. My preferred method is coating the windshield with vaseline. It can't be driven until it's cleaned, but what a pain in the ass to try and get it removed. No lasting damage to the vehicle and the look on the cashier's face when you set down a…
Chris Hardwick had a good bit about this on @midnight. "That's not how memories work." And he pointed out that any remake will not be the same because your 10 year old self thinks different things are funny than your 40 year old self.
I do this too, 15+6=20+1=21
I also stared and was like 10+11=21....not 23.
By this logic, only Native Americans should be allowed to become Miss America.
Way to screw up her birthday forever after the divorce.
If I'm reading a textbook or something and I start losing focus, I will start reading it out loud in an accent. The two I've been doing lately are Lisping Cartman and British NPR Announcer, and I'm terrible at both of them.
"I am writing this while drinking rum and eating Cadbury mini eggs in bed."
Step 1: do whatever you want. Step 2: repeat every goddamn day.
I do that in American. I am British. IS THIS THE TWILIGHT ZONE?!?!
I'm recently divorced and living alone for the first time ever. It's AMAZING. My ex husband was super critical and I am experiencing freedom like I've never known.
Talking to myself out loud in a British accent. I am not British.
He has the ability to simultaneously amaze and infuriate. I'm definitely diggin' these songs. I loved, loved, loved the symbolism of him putting a bullet-proof vest on his precious baby. Anyone who doesn't get that is willfully obtuse.