The same people who thought that Fifty Shits of Turd was worth making into a movie, I presume, but with more racism.

Oh. Dear. I will admit that many years ago I read a post-war romance between an American Jewish woman and a former Nazi soldier that I thought was quite good, but the hero in that story had been a footsoldier who had been drafted as a teenager. Also, it was centered in Jewish rather than Christian faith and culture.…

This is amazing, wtf were they thinking? Is it just pandering to the Christian romance imprint, which I understand (from my “historical Christian romance author” cousin) to be a fast-growing section of the industry?

Also Suite Francaise. Not technically a romance novel, but definitely a brilliant novel. Its original draft was literally drug across the landscape of WWII after the author died at Auschwitz before finishing it.

That’s true! I suspect some unprovable guile on the graphic designer’s part.

“Jewess”

I really hate the phrase “Jewess”.

This K looks a lot like an H.

And it doesn't even have the good bits of the Purim story in it!

So... someone took the Book of Esther (Hadassah) from the Christian Bible and somehow adapted it to the Nazi era. Completely unimaginative on top of ridiculously inappropriate.

Um, Paris... you’re 34. Your plastic surgeon isn’t flattering you. He just doesn’t want to deal with you when you’re 50 and you have no working facial muscles.

“...preys upon its customers’ desires to a supernatural degree...”

Miles Teller is on the cover of this month’s Esquire, but he’s not happy about the magazine calling him “dickish.”

“Evil IKEA” seems redundant. It’s already a fucking labyrinth nearly impossible to escape, filled with people that walk soooooooooo slowly that I feel like I’ve warped into a twilight zone that moves more slowly than reality while I remain at regular speed. I would not be surprised if there were a Minotaur hiding in…

This is legitimately an excellent idea. Every time I’m in IKEA, I am terrified. I do not understand how anyone could enjoy shopping in that claustrophobic nightmare.

Hey, professional farting can be big business. Roland the Farter, who danced for Henry II, got a 30 acre estate for providing unum bumbulum every Christmas. Not a bad line of work - maybe it’s time for a comeback? God knows a regular job barely cuts it in this economy.

Are we sure we want to bring them back? Today it’s jesters, tomorrow it might be flatulists.

I would like to see the return of many old timey jobs like vaccarie boothsmen

Honestly I wonder in his fucked up mind if he doesn’t believe that he and Suri are Thetans and will have 1,000 years to bond after her silly human mother has shuffled off her mortal coil.