First off, I feel compelled to point out that Defector, the site created by former Deadspin writers, is now officially alive and pumping out solid content that doesn’t just stick to sports.

He did indeed, which is keeping me from properly enjoying it.

I’m trying to find it online, but does anyone know if Dr Luke still produced Kim Petras’ Malibu? That’s my biggest qualm for listening still (that and she’s horrible in concert)

There’s something about Nacho’s pad that seems so communicative. It’s the sort of place that someone in his shoes is supposed to aspire to ... but that nobody—NOBODY—can actually enjoy living in. He’s so palpably a prisoner there.

I feel bad about sending this long story just to ask a simple question, but… how do I be more “the guy” for my boyfriend who wants to be more “the girl”? Not just sexually, but in everyday life?

Milk and Honey Original Café Mix got robbed. This website sucks.

Fish having trouble with women. Maybe Matt Barnes can help?

Imagine 1) claiming the dough for a pizza doesn’t matter and then 2) claiming the best pizza comes from the Midwest.

Welcome to America in 2019, where Arians claim to be helping a Gay but really just want to set them further back.

If you haven't watched any of the past five seasons of Silicon Valley, why fucking bother to comment on the finale trailer?

Don’t worry. They aren’t going to win.

The most embarrassing thing is that Drake doesn’t even write his own cheers.

Horchata was a popular drink and it still is.

This particular plot reminds me of Bored to Death. 

Maybe he’s a ward of Heinz.

Regrettably, he’s the MVP.

Absolute Moo-nit

As someone who obsessively follows all the Canadians in the NBA, he’s like the fifth best this season:

The fuck is an AMA?

Stephen is trying to “Toby” Geordi.