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The Rocco Ritchie custody situation was so ugly in the tabloids. I couldn’t believe how many people exclaimed “He’s 15! He’s old enough to decide for himself!” as if some teenage brat’s preference invalidated Madonna’s rights to parent her own child. Nasty “I wouldn’t want to live with Madonna either” comments and the

Megan—

The “neo-monarchist” part seemed odd to me—I don’t possess deep enough knowledge of the movement to say whether that’s accurate. I haven’t heard anything much about monarchism in this cycle from the ugly corners of the right.

A copy of Dianetics. Scientology is basically a cult of people who believed some year in the 1980s or 90s was going to be “their year.”

Um, I wonder why Jezebel cares about a Hamilton cast member’s obscure tweet from 2012. So maybe Kellyanne Conway and I have tweet disbelief in common today. Except that I’m right and she’s wrong.

Julianne, you’re Jezebel’s culture editor. This pisses me off. This pissed everyone off—all of your readers. The community section speaks (vocally, overwhelmingly) for itself. And we are not wrong.

Jessica Chastain is so basic and thirsty on social media!

The more we confront Trump about campaign promises the more I fear he’ll stick to them. When you throw him softballs over those lofty, ridiculous plans, he tends to hedge his bets. When you tell him he’ll never get away with something (mass deportation, national stop-and-frisk, Mulsim bans), he doubles down. We’ve

I really like the marble box!

Allowing my assumption that Trump would have won either way, I agree with you. Here are a few reasons why we should’ve nominated Sanders:

The Sanders pipe dream really irks me. Bernie might have won the election if he arrived on Election Day in the same position Clinton did. But that is such an enormous “if.” There’s plenty of opposition research that never got used on him. And it’s hard to imagine him giving more exquisite, faultless debate

“The remnants of Gawker Media may soon be our only hope.”

Trump went to the Al Smith dinner with his dad as a little boy. This year, he mentioned how proud his dad would be to see him up on stage as a candidate. The whole way through, NYC elites booed the shit out of him.

Last night I watched Erin Burnett interview Sen. Debbie Stabenow of Michigan. Burnett rolled tape of Stabenow on the ground saying she felt confident Michigan would go for Clinton, but it’d be close. Burnett demanded “HOW DIDN’T YOU KNOW! WHAT DID YOU MISS! HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO WRONG!”

“Lady Gaga went extremely out in what looks like a Carrie Bradshaw Election Day gala look that also has strong Mary Poppins vibes. Not only does it encourage people to vote, it also conveys the idea that the election has been a roaming circus so why not rock a costume.”

I think it’s easier to reconcile when your life is fucked by your own sloppiness, rather than someone else’s sloppiness. At least you can understand it. But that’s just me.

Huma Abedin, maybe? Not to cast any aspersions on Huma’s conduct or character...she’s just someone I’ve had the exact same thoughts about lately. So glad I am not her.

Lots of nasty comments about sex addiction here. I can’t personally confirm the existence of sex addiction because I’m not a sex addict, but I’m a years-recovering alcoholic and I know plenty of people who identify as sex addicts to address compulsive, overpowering, destructive sexual behaviors. Which would otherwise

I was the struck by the part when his communications director (a young woman) is in his apartment for an emergency meeting with puffy, hopeless, betrayed eyes. She goes to leave and Huma stops her, and practically orders her to look happy as she exits the building (because there are cameras outside). The communications

This is the second time in a row Lady Gaga has marked her album way down the day it drops—I’m not knocking her sales acumen, I’m just saying you can’t read album sales of Joanne as a pure demo of commercial influence. As a music reporter, there really aren’t “sales stories” these days unless we’re talking about Adele