I watch the news on CBS. The local affiliate is good, and I like their morning show with Charlie Rose. But the second they switch over to their primetime lineup, I’m changing the channel.

Not vegan either, but Just Mayo’s Sriracha mayo is really damn good.

Truth. My mom insisting on using the correct terminology for genitals made me super uncomfortable as a little kid (or when she insisted on insulting baseball player Ricky Henderson by calling him Scrotum Face— “because that’s what his face looks like!”) but it’s made me less shy about calling a vulva a vulva, and I’m…

He’s Greendale Community College’s most famous alum!

This reminds me of my grandmother, who was a one-issue anti-choice voter, but didn’t actually do the research, just assumed that all Democrats are liberal babykillers, and all Republicans are champions of Life (aka, fetuses).

It’s like Tyrion and Jon were saying:

Here’s Janet’s (excellent) response. 

Why just YOUR mom? We all have moms, THIS is what keeps us divided!

So I did a Google image search for Falling Down, because of the short sleeve button down and tie combo on a movie poster about a suburban white dude getting fed up and turning violent (or whatever— I didn’t watch the trailer) was an obvious connection. And I found this Newsweek cover from 1993, which felt relevant and…

At first glance I thought the Rock brought a Chris Rock cardboard cutout to pose with.

I’d argue that Steve Zahn isn’t a household name, he’s a bit more of a “that guy” in the same way Dominic West was when The Wire started. I also think John Goodman should always be in everything ever.

Very fair point. And I mean, Franco already looks the part of a skeezy 70s porn dude, so... bonus?

If Simon is going to open this new show up to comparisons to The Wire right off the bat, I wish he’d taken the same approach to casting The Deuce and not gone with any big names. That might just be my bias against James Franco talking though. He’s a bit like Tom Cruise to me in that no matter who he’s playing, he’s…

Chris Rock looks like he’s recording a hostage video where he assures his loved ones that he’s being well taken care of, and the Rock is giving some serious sid-eye at Kid Rock. Also, this is an old picture, right? There’s a Blackberry (or some other “old-timey” pre-smart phone) in the foreground.

My favorite sign at the Women’s March was “Stop Making 80s Punk Relevant.”

I mean, I totally want to be Peggy Carter, but that’s just because she’s an amazing badass. That’s ok, right?

A friend of mine had it in his early 30s. Poor guy was miserable for a solid month.

I’ve taken pictures like this, but only because I’m trying to capture the reflection of my dog’s jowls blowing in the wind in the side mirror as he sticks his head out the window.

In an email to me this morning, my mom wrote “You know, I felt bad for McCain last week, but to leave his sick bed in order to take away other people’s health insurance? FUCK HIM.”

I shared the link with my husband and he asked “Are you planning my next birthday party?”