Modern basketball shorts, the ones that are shiny and go down to the knees like jammies. I hate those shorts. Most of the bros wearing them aren't even athletic. It's just their lounge wear for playing Assassin's Creed.

Yesterday I saw a guy wearing basketball shorts, Adidas rubber slippers with socks, and a wool pullover with Celtic patterns.

Good point!

AISHA TYLER OR BROKE!

Good for him! He's been working like a dog for a long time now, and he's left an amazing legacy: John Oliver, Stephen Colbert, Larry Wilmore, Wyatt Cenac, Olivia Munn.

MARK! Would you try Yonigurt? Inquiring minds want to know.

Points to Fallon. That was beautiful.

I ain't even gonna lie. Aesthetics play a huge part of my tea experience, and this looks very nice.

I ain't even gonna lie. Aesthetics play a huge part of my tea experience, and this looks very nice.

Legitimate.

Yeah, I can't defend this. I love her, but what the ever loving fuck. I think the same kind of ego that makes it possible to survive decades of the industry, also makes you tone def.

I just listened to an interview with her on The Nerdist. She was absolutely charming and yet also talked about messing up and putting her foot in her mouth. So maybe she's not a perfect media standard? But my essential point remains, which is that she is extremely charming.

And to add insult to injury, the salads at fast food restaurants tend to be scarier than day-old bologna sandwich.

I both resent and resemble this comment.

Yeah, that's a bit like making your abstinence speech in a liquor store right before purchasing a few bottles of Merlot.

The Jordan Peele interview on the You Made It Weird podcast is great. It was made a year ago, and he keeps referencing this unnamed woman he's dating and how in love he is, and how he is changing and maturing. (That is a woman's favorite kind of narrative. She changed him!) I think it was too soon in their…

Madonna has made getting under other peoples' skin a national pass time, and all these other tricks are borrowing from her playbook. Honestly, it's like Americans have the memory span of a fruit fly.

I was really hoping this was going to be an explanation about the follies of this particular fantasy: the bad boy billionaire who is moved from his errant ways by love. That guy doesn't exist. I mean, MAYBE if you are Amal Alamuddin. But probably not even then. (I theorize that ol' George was just starting to fear his…

You tell 'em!

I'm with you. Welcome to Planet Earth, baby Sasha! This tired shit will go on for the rest of your life.