From time to time I encounter someone eating yogurt or talking about yogurt and feel it necessary to make two critical points about the consumption of this fine high-protein food item.
Some of us on the Gawrker kinja sideblog empire “staff” have decided to try and unionize. Here is a brief explanation.
Of all the levels of hell Dante forgot, and he forgot a few, middle school gym class is probably the worst. Think about it. At a time when most kids are beginning to develop their biggest insecurities about their bodies and social status, you put them all in a hot and smelly petrie dish and encourage them to engage in…
my man has grown cold
There it is. Gaze upon it. Marvel at how, with only a picture of Uma Thurman and three little words, it manages to say so much.
You may have noticed that yesterday was Election Day in the USA. Well, big whoop. It was only the mid-terms and exactly what was predicted to happen – a freakin' bloodbath – happened. The Republicans gained control of the Senate and maintained control of the House. Wendy Davis lost her bid to become the first…
While minding my own business at the grocery store this afternoon, I saw something so truly heinous and appalling that I did what any displeased activist would do: I took to twitter to express my outrage.
Like many American internet users, last night I watched Sharknado 2. I actually watched it twice. Technically, I watched the last 15 minutes three times. Why?
Dear Mr. Goodell -
UPDATE: It's over. Thank god it's over.
Listen up, jerks.
The following was transcribed earlier today in a small bunker in Faisalabad, Pakistan.
Dear Mr. Hughes –
Hey, everyone. First, a message for our Canadian friends: that was a good game. You outplayed us (wow, that was some defense!) and we hope you go on to do well on Sunday. Now why don't you go rest up for the game and let us Americans...sorry, United Statesians, talk amongst ourselves.
This is the first of a maybe occasional series on current policy and/or legal issues that will provide just enough information for those occasions where you're tricked into a conversation and don't want to sound like an idiot.
I used to be a daddy's girl and mine was a bourbon drinker. "Was" because he's mostly dry now except when a bottle of wine or beer at the Whole Foods is just too damn tempting. But in those early years, before life happened and we were still thick as thieves and my poor mother was the odd one out, he drank bourbon.…