Ugh, George. I was with you until you said you knew Weinstein was a sleaze and you thought nothing of it.

Also in the interview, Clooney shifts blame onto Waxman for not publishing the story once she founded The Wrap many years later. Fuck you, George. Stop blaming women.

I guess I understand the initial impulse to defend the fact that you had no idea that your friend and/or boss was a monster, but I’m not sure if now is the time for one paragraph of support for the victims, and several defending that the only part you knew was that he repeatedly hit on young actresses.

Clooney is clearly trying to win the race to be woke on this. Whatever. This analysis is spot on. Given how many insiders knew about Weinstein and how brazen Weinstein was, I’ll never believe Clooney on this.

George, you knew. You’re best buds w Matt Damon! Sorry, but I’m not going to see your new movie with Matt, not going to happen. Matt knew! Matt stopped a story that could’ve stopped this 13 years ago.

That’s not what we or, at least, I was saying by picturing her own designs. I was saying that this is streetwear (or eveningwear) now. Who is she,of all people, to tell us it’s inappropriate and an invitation to be assaulted?

Hey, it can happen. I for one, as a man, have totally lost count of the number of times I’ve broken down and asked—nay, begged!—for another man to fuck a plant in front of me, for both my pleasure and career advancement. Truly, who among us has not asked for a disgusting mountain of a man to fuck the nearest plant…

Oh, please, he cheated on and left his previous wife for her — in December 2004, after he got that story spiked about him raping women in Europe and he’d been at this shit for decades. If we’re going to say that Meryl Streep knew, Georgina Chapman sure as fuck knew what she was signing up for. And it’s not like she…

Am I nuts or have we definitively known about the Weinstein thing for years? I have no connections to Hollywood at all— not even American—and the only thing I knew about Weinstein was that he was a notorious sleaze famous for harassing actresses, the whole “casting couch” thing. The last few days have been a weird…

For a few years now, McGowan has been all out of fucks to give and she’s kicking major ass. Of course, she gets the worst insults from the dudes who think that the moment a woman isn’t a prime youth anymore, she should live in a cave and shut up forever. The comments below this very article on Jezebel’s Facebook page…

The names that need to step up are Clooney and Damon. You want credit for being woke and progressive? Say something, motherfuckers.

Poor Delilah!!! Idk y’all, I have a special soft spot in my heart for her. I hope someone calls into her show and dedicates “Somewhere Out There”...to her.

You sound a little unreasonable. You have to work with what you have. You’re not going to attempt any camaraderie or socialization just because the people around you aren’t to your exact specification?That seems shitty and more than a little snobby. You’re the type of person I have to deal with at work and classes:…

I had a conversation with a stranger at Jewel a few weeks ago to rate area Jewel stores. It was cathartic and we both had a lot of (similar) fucking opinions about Jewel, apparently.

You never cut off Tom Brokaw.

The fact that your mother-in-law is reaching out to you is a good sign! FFS, stop scouring your wedding photos for evidence of her hatred toward you and your family and just, like, go to Olive Garden with her or something.

It blows my mind that men think “I have a good job and a car and a home and that makes me good marriage material.” Uh, no it doesn’t dude. You actually have to be an interesting person.

Marriage is declining because women don’t NEED men anymore. We don’t have to put up with the average/bad ones who treat everyone like shit (and vice-versa with men no longer needing women). We only need to get married when we find one we WANT who also WANTS us. And in my opinion, unless you’re rocking my world in bed,…

Racism has no minimum age requirements.

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