I think you’re maybe confusing being a singer with being a performer? Because I’m hard pressed to think of a woman currently working who “blows Adele out of the water in terms of pure, raw talent” wrt to her voice (which, listening to music being the primary way that most people enjoy it, is kind of important). On par…

I guess I appreciate Adele’s voice, but to me a real singer has to be able to dance too

I once spent a month in Buffalo ... I seem to remember it was a Tuesday!!

terrifying.

I get that Gawker needs occasional ~craaaazy Japan~ pageclicks, but come on, reportage about a handbook written like 60 years ago? COME ON. Japan has enough white perverts flocking to get a taste of that “crazy, repressed hentai culture.” Japan does not NEED THIS.

I sincerely love it when you guys publish articles that exist for the sole purpose of making people irrationally OUTRAGED.

Not with bang but a watch-like peripheral.

Here you go.

Ugh, it’s like smallpox vs polio. Who do you cheer for....?

That’s kinda like a ad popping up when I’m trying to read a story on kinja.

This is why I just can’t get behind streaming. When I own an MP3 fucking no one can take it away from me. I don’t have to worry about an artist pulling out of a service or a company using a bullheaded scorched earth policy on remixes. Every so often I fire up Pandora to hunt for some new music but the ads, limited…

Of course it’s not rape. I mean if it is, then the people who stick their dicks in fences and vacuum cleaners to get off should be charged with rape. Same for anyone having sex with one of those lifelike sex dolls. Inert non-living things cannot be raped.

The emergency room’s personnel stared down at the young girl’s body. Something about her aura had changed. The EKG’s steady pulse gained the ineffable quality of a dirge. The lonely drumbeat of a vacant mind; an imprisoned body. A defeated Dr. Spears gripped into her surgical mask and slowly dragged it from her face.…

I never see truly posh women sporting that stuff—it’s so wannabe. I lust after the buttery soft bag a truly posh friend accidentally brushed up against my leg 20+ years ago—just soft Italian tumbled leather.....

Ugh, SAME. Peas are the worst.

Reference to one of my favorite films. “I Heart Hukabees”

i don’t care what anyone says THIS IS FUCKING FANTASTIC