Wow, that is much, much worse.

This makes a lot of sense. I was really surprised at first, I saw St. Louis in the headline and was like “there’s no way [American curator at the St. Louis Art Museum] would put this on” and was then immediately relieved that this was the CAM St. Louis.

That would at least be a coherent racist statement, though still not worth showing. Chocolate and toothpaste carry no similarly ethnic cultural significance.

... its provocation feels like an empty gesture that signifies “edgy” more than actually engaging in substantive questions ...

Fucking JNCOs again?

oh my god please don’t let jnco pants make a comeback

Don’t you dare try and bring JNCOs back, Ariana. They’re not exactly new - or, you know, stylish.

That’s great info. I have a whole bunch of Philly cousins getting close to Bat Mitzvah age.

I’d rather hear Tubthumping twice than Famous three times.

I kind of feel like two things:

Yes. Plus, in Black Books Bernard is almost proud of being awful, and doesn’t hate himself nearly as much as he should, so it’s easy to laugh at him for it.

“Hey, that guy on the big screen up there looks a lot like meeeeeeooooOOH SHIT”

lol. it kinda looks like he’s watching the game on the jumbotron. in which case, did he have a brief realization a nanosecond before the hit where he was like “whoa that dumb fuck staring up into the sky is about to get lit up!” or “whoa that guy looks kinda like me!”

Still a better love story than Twilight.

I know people were mad about the EpiPen thing, but this seems like an overreaction.

I have multiple towels, but when I lived in MD, I swear after one use they would smell funky. I used a new towel every day there, because i’d get grossed out. I do think i’m extra sensitive to smells, so maybe I notice gross smells before other people do, like I always think the kitchen sponge smells horrible, and buy…

Initially, I was shocked she didn’t take the name Kaitlyn, but truly understand her desire to distance herself.

It might be extravagant for a billionaire to hire New York artists to decorate a penthouse with a Sistine Chapel ceiling of battling Marvel superheros, but it’d be fucking great for the artists.