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Hey shithead! I was just scrolling through past comments and wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself.

His films have always been utter shite, unless you enjoy listening to irritating neurotics repeat what they say at their thrice-weekly, $100-per therapy sessions in a version of Manhattan curiously devoid of black people, Nuyoricans, or anyone working-class.

Well I think it’s lame that you are politeness-trolling on a topic, sexual molestation, that will obviously make people angry and passionate in their comments. Maybe take your Girl Scout scolding to one of Jezebel’s many fine Kardashian threads and let the adults here express themselves as they see fit.

No legitimate reporter employs sarcasm. I’m sorry if you were born in a decade after which any fucking idiot could “report” “news,” but proper journalism is a still a thing. And if Jezebel wants to put on its big-girl pants to be part of the public discussion of this critical issue, then the EIC and managing editor

At given point in society, there are always people with a strong moral compass. Just like how there will always be a few white people who have never uttered the n-word, there will always be a few men who don’t treat women with the contempt that our culture encourages you all to.

Slash isn’t white. His mom was a black British lady named Ola, who was quite the amazing costume designer for rock stars like Bowie back in her day.

hee hee. Well, we can’t say it’s for a lack of trying, lord knows if there is a movie out there to get mad at, Rich will see it and report back here in a grimly serious 20-paragraph “review.” 

You raise really interesting point. Personally I’d be kind of happy if I could read a headline and not immediately know it was for a Rich Juzwiak review, due to mentioning DEPICTIONS OF FRANK SEX, BECAUSE SEX CAN NEVER BE DEPICTED FRANKLY ENOUGH FOR RICH, FRANKLY.

I was a very pretty teenage girl, which meant—despite being clothed in fatigues and combat boots most of the time—that I was harassed, or bothered, or interrupted, or followed, literally every fucking time I left my house or attempted to go anywhere or do anything, and the worst offenders of this behavior by far were

I’m really about all this Raffi love in the comments

Oh, I love Raffi!!! But I agree he’s probably not punk. More than f’in Ivanka, though!

My first thought was *dons Homer Simpson “SMRT” glasses* “The grunge era really wasn’t about bright hair colors,” but your analysis is so much better. It’s like, Hair Crimestoppers!

*puts on bright red lipstick without mirror*

Gigi’s mother was a catalog and swimsuit model. No one put that 5'6"heffa on any runway worth a damn.

You know what I never do? Delete comments. Because I’m not a punk-ass little bitch.

I had no idea! Thank you so much for this.

Was I talking to you, ofay?

1) The “I’m white, and...” disclaimer is always a cheap out.

I went to Catholic school with idiots who wouldn’t finish the Autobiography of Malcolm X because he used the term “white devils” in the first 1/4, and I was like I cannot roll my eyes harder at you ofays, finish the fucking book and then talk.

I’m white and I’m OK with that statement. I can “engage with it.” Maybe you (the general, bothered, white “you”) just need to brush up on your Malcolm X? IDK IDK