This is an image of the Serpent of Eden, complete with breasts and a feminine face, at Notre Dame Cathedral.

You're right, she should have turned into a giant set of ovaries and done...ovary stuff. If you're going to be so closed-minded about how you process symbolism, I don't think you'd see any poetic justice in her using male symbols to destroy men, or the basic, cinematic majesty in turning into a dragon and setting…

Not a death, per se, but I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.

Time to expand the Buyer's Club.

It is, since a cursory look at twitter shows the exact same tweet coming from WOC. They seem to simply identify her with that part, nothing more.

I liked this, very much so.

The shitty personal essays are for Saturdays on Gawker. Let's keep things in order, please.

Nice take down. We ran her off Gawker, no one really wanted to hear a Korean tell us about black culture-and how ignorant we all were of it- anymore.

The only comment for an Owl post!

The Owls Are Not What They Seem.

On the bright side, you're only being chastised by a shut in that has no social interaction outside of the internet, and proudly claims the mantle of bobble head. Her life is deader than her dad, and probably more drug induced.

H.P. Lovecraft.

They used actual robots for this one, not the usual hollywood stand-ins.

Man oh man, I wish she had unleashed on those Alliance troopers like she had on the Reavers...

Anton Chigurh, nihilistic killing machine supreme.

Flop schmop, I love this film.

I pictured Rust Cohle writing this article, while chain-smoking and downing a sixer.

The Don't-Have-A-Cows Are Not What They Seem.