The student paper at Newcastle University published a Blind Date feature, much like The Guardian does, in which two volunteers are set up on a blind date and interviewed about their thoughts.
Are you listening? The podcast that launched a whole new true-crime boom is back with a...baseline? Season 3 is a mannered study over a full year in the Cleveland criminal court system. Rather than looking intensely at one case, it looks at several “normal” day-to-day cases and occurrences inside the Cleveland…
This is some centering shit. Also, “didn’t speak Paris”? If it’s so hard being blonde, maybe don’t give us ammo to feed the airheaded stereotype.
Clashtalkers, I don’t think Keanu would mind if we shared some love (and lust) with the Antipodeans.
For the ever-hungry Club Keanu, two pieces of odd news.
Firstly, Keanu is now an arthouse publisher, at the helm of the sincere and rather serious imprint X Artists’ Books.
I thought perhaps this would be an article scrapping the CDC method for the more rigorous WHO method, but no. It’s yet another post informing us people don’t know how to wash their damn hands and need to be briefed on the procedure again.
At the risk of being the umpteenth person to tell you this, do watch Nanette, Tasmanian comic Hannah Gadsby’s superlative comedy special on Netflix.
Because GMG seems to have surprisingly slept on this, I am crediting Lainey Gossip (which seriously deserves its own shout-out post for being a more fitting Gawker…
I recently listened to an episode of Bullseye with the incomparable Peter Serafinowicz, where he took some time to explain the inspiration behind his absurdly incompetent Brian Butterfield character.
Following a cameo-filled opener (Martin Short, Jimmy and his cartoonish Jared voice [which may as well be the real thing], Stormy Daniels herself!), this weekend’s Donald Glover-hosted SNL was the sort of treat that reminds you what the format is capable of being—and what an imaginative charmer Glover is.