You sound like an ageist fool, but that assessment isn’t wrong. But Barker got tatted up way before he was an old dork, and he probably only dated traditionally attractive women thirty years ago, too.

It’s an accurate hunch. It’s been the standard since the early 70s, at least, when I noticed it as a Glam rock phenomenon. The guys had an offbeat, nontraditional look, yet most of them were involved with traditionally gorgeous models/actresses., not commensurately original-looking women. Look at Bebe Buell’s entire…

You guys are all wrong. This one from Gap is legit good, and no damn ruffles. I would have bought one, except I can’t deal with the acid wash, but that probably doesn’t have the heinous associations for you young’uns

The Kardashians cannot be having a reunion. They haven’t been away from each other, or out of sight of the general public for nearly long enough. Try again in, like, thirty years. 

I’m not disputing that that was incredibly shitty behavior. I AM questioning the motivation behind bringing it up now, and whether someone else is behind that, or whether it just came up in Stodden’s interview organically.

This whole Teigen thing is interesting because of something a friend suggested but I haven’t seen posited online. Teigen, as mentioned here, was very outspoken against Trump. Stodden, who is not a vocal Trump supporter as far as I know, but is extremely ambitious, does have a publicist and legal team who are very…

I read they were also donating to The Trevor Project, which is a LGBTQ group. 

It’s the Grand Star Jazz Club, but the Save Music in Chinatown project’s shows, which were a fundraiser for the girls’ elementary school, weren’t very frequent. I assume under normal circumstances they showcase jazz combos.

I started watching it, stopped when they get to the scene where Jolie jumps off the back of the speeding truck into the bushes in a parachute, as a shortcut to signify how badass and crazy her character is. Then, when I heard it was directed by Tyler Sheridan, who made the excellent Hell or High Water, I decided to…

In case you haven’t been watching the show, early on, after she’s gone home with an also-hot Guy Pearce, he expresses shock to discover her character is a grandmother, and she responds (paraphrasing here), “Do I fuck like a grandmother?”

Fame, and young women who will have sex with you if you share your coke.

He was surprisingly good as George Reeves in Hollywoodland (I think?)

Richard Marx was incredibly popular back in the day, and also incredibly bland and uninteresting, and it’s making me ridiculously giddy to find out he has this side to him. I had no idea this was building inside of him.

For a few years now, one of the Linda’s dads has been putting on Sunday afternoon revival punk shows in a Chinatown club every few months, as a way to bring music back to the area (LA’s Chinatown had a couple of great punk clubs in the late 70s), and the Linda Lindas have played a set at every show since they first…

He’s probably gay. 

It took me until the beach episode to figure out why the way he speaks and purses his lips were so familiar. Then I remembered a line he says during their disastrous blind date (I think? Maybe a different scene?)- doesn’t he say something self-effacing like, “Well, I’m not a serial killer”. I have to go back and…

He’s the hackiest hack ever, yet he’s also been responsible for the American Crime stories and the Davis/Crawford Feud series, so while it’s more likely that something with his name on it would be a pile of dreck, it could also be a good watch, particularly if it’s based on a true story. This is disappointing to hear.

I’m so sorry. Sounds like your family must have gone through hell. Almost half a million opioid deaths in the twenty years since OxyContin’s introduction. 

Bear in mind it’s a word made up and used by a group of sorority sisters. That’s all you need to know. 

Also, the HBO doc Crime of the Century. I was so furious after watching it, I couldn’t sleep. The companies and their sales forces deserve drawn-out, agonizing deaths.