Except that a solid chunk of what our society watches/reads/does for entertainment is similarly disturbing. From SVU to AHS to Dateline— people like fucked up stories. And the pretense of something begin real is even more alluring

The dark contacts and fake teeth they had her in definitely helped as well.

WAIT, he was DJ’s rich boyfriend Nelson?? Everything is starting to come together.

PARTY DOWN! If you haven’t seen it, drop whatever you're doing and go binge it. It only ran for two seasons but it was amazing.

Never trust a man with two first names. Bro-status is pretty much guaranteed.

That Curse Purse is the stuff of nightmares

Somebody gives this man a medal

Hillary. Hillz. Hill. Hil.

My favorite is definitely FKatz. Given the long and sordid history of the name KPatz, I think it’s familiar enough to be evocative.

I enjoyed this week’s episode more than the first few. Except, for the first time, it felt worth a longer runtime— and this was like the shortest episode. Poor decisions, even if next week is a direct followup.

I remember seeing this exact same kind of thing happen when I was in the fifth grade. I was in a public school in San Antonio, and an officer got called in to help with a student I was friendly with who was refusing to leave class. So this nice and friendly officer I see most days around the school comes in, sees her,…

These movies are so dope. I never read the books, so I only know what is to come from random spoilers I have encountered. But I am excited. How many of the characters that we know are doomed to die? Don’t tell me! But also please tell me!

LILY RABE FOR EVERY ROLE IN EVERY MOVIE/TV SHOW.

I am so tired of this discussion. Everybody is not doomed just because some men feel their sexual needs aren’t fulfilled. Men are seriously the most melodramatic. “Guess we’re just gonna have to swallow our pride and share the women now. It’s either that or rape/kill everything in sight.”

Oh no! I think I’m doing this feminist thing wrong again, you guys. I have to be a lesbian sheep now? This is all so complicated.

The delicious, relatable tragedy of this song is in admitting to yourself that your desire to reconnect, to apologize and achieve some catharsis, are selfish impulses. She left town for a life that was bigger than him and bigger than their love. And yet she’s pining after their relationship. Not because of regret, but…

Meryl’s fashion speech, but also Anne’s work commute fashion montage. Together they more than make up for all the film’s typical romcom flaws.

Also on the Trump agenda:

this sent me into a fit of tragi-giggles