You guys, I am defending my dissertation proposal on Wednesday! I'm pretty nervous about it, even though my committee has seen my proposal a bunch of times and have told me that I'll be totally fine. But IF/WHEN I pass, I will finally be ABD (all but dissertation). And then I'm going out to a karaoke bar with friends…

Rachel Jeantel, the close friend who was on the phone with Travon Martin moments before he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman has graduated from high school! A key witness in Zimmerman's trial, her entire identity as a 19-year-old black woman was heavily scrutinized by the media who took jabs at her attitude,…

I've noticed there haven't been any Deadspin posts since this was published.

I know this is beside the point but now I really want to go to that space hotel.

If he is like most men I know, he will get over it in a few hours or a day at most. As long as you apologize and tell him you meant well and give him a little time to lick his wounds, it'll be ok :)

Peggy snacks her own foot all the time! You're right on track!

What up, Sunday Jezzies! I drunk-posted a comment on yesterday's diet-related article about how I'm not organized enough lately to eat well. When I woke up today, I was like 'wait, why?' So, I blew off reading a couple of shit-tier papers from my to-do list, went on a long walk in the beautiful sunshine with the…

Here's to an entire year until my beloved Mad Men ends for good! Have a little Pete!

My dachshund is exhausted from terrorizing cats.

Don't worry, I smoked Spice one time and it was even more awful than weed, which I didn't think was possible.

NOOOOOOOOOOO. FIX IT JESUS PLEASE.

You missed the best part Callie, she also posted a photo of herself and Rihanna. I guess those Rihanna rumors are false as I suspected.

synthetic weed, it's basically potpourri that fucks you up in a really weird way. they sell it at head shops

My 74 year old mother's name is Hazel. She hates it. I told her it was making a comeback. All she said was why do people hate their babies.

Look, at first I was invested in Beyonce and Jay-Z because I believe in true love and if a powerhouse couple can stay together, we all have a chance. But now I only care because I have tickets to their concert in July. Think of the baby! Think of me! Meeee! And really, at the end of the day, this isn't about them.…

One of the first things I do in bed before I get up is see what is going on in all of social mediadom and I have been anxiously awaiting Callie's thoughts on the Beyoncegate insta photos since 6:30 AM! You did not disappoint, Callie.

I'm irrationally excited that I stayed up past my bedtime to read this.

As a person who lives in a state where alcohol is only in liquor stores, I am intensely jealous of your Target boxed wine. If my Target sold wine I'd never need to shop anywhere else.

I dream of one day living in a state where Target sells alcohol. Sigh.

OMG. I don't care about anyone who is sick of this story. I can't get enough. I love it all too. The speculation. The sources. The commenters who come up with crazy-assed theories. This whole incident has just humanized Jay Z and Beyonce for me. I come from a big family. I don't think we are dysfunctional, but we sure…