I promise it is not though. I am a shitbag human and have done lots of fucked up things but I have never had a casual conversation anywhere close to approaching this.

The hotel has since been unable to fill Zakarian’s spot, which will reportedly be converted into a “very large” conference room.

I’m starting to get this crazy idea nobody in this comments section knows the whole story.

Is it possible that keeping a BLM sign up would have implicitly made it a subject of mockery? I don’t need to bend over backwards to be charitable to the production of Portlandia (which I’ve seen, like, twice), but my first thought was that keeping BLM outside the irony splatter zone might have been a decent idea.

That’s odd cause I just finished this season and the BLM sign was right there in the window.

“We have black lives matter written in our window”

If women knew their place, they wouldn’t be called “bitchy.”

Given this is Frank Luntz bringing this up there is a 65% percent chance the congressman doesn’t even exist.

When Frank Luntz is rooting for Hillary, you know something is wrong.

I’m guessing he means this more generically (i.e. “you know how THOSE type of women are, amiright?”), which makes it worse because it’s even more sexist.

But those men have wives and mothers too, and they probably wouldn’t hesitate to call them bitches. sigh. I think we’re back to the drawing board buddy.

Awkwardness is the whole Between Two Ferns shtick.

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i loathe Brad and Angelina - if they weren’t genetically blessed, they would never have been movie stars. i also loathe J. Lo.

You know he watches that at least once a day.

I never thought she did it until I saw this picture.

Desperation?

What the fuck is that on his face?

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Meh. I’m pretty sure Lisa Lampanelli has been told to kill herself at these things. Probably Jeff Ross too. The jokes at Ann’s expense were very obviously filled with vitriol but it’s not like those exact things haven’t been said to others at roasts (albeit in a seemingly more lighthearted fashion).