If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Shade Court, it’s that catching shade *always* requires knowing a great deal of context and quite a bit of inference.

Thank you fr this. I was also struggling.

Because they’re famous, they’re funny *AND* they give a damn about the disenfranchised.

Kara gets the job done as usual. While some were pretending today that modelling was not that big a deal and anyone could do it. Then why haven’t there been 5 more Naomi Campbells?

They don’t hold a candle to them. That’s why Naomi doesn’t want to be associated with the “supermodel” tag anymore, because it’s bandied about so loosely now.

Only you know where you actually put that X when you’re in the voting booth.

I love Shade Court and I love Michelle Obama. I love them both so much that I had a dream last night that I won an evening with Michelle at the White House and she was throwing shade in my dream. Also, we were served milk and cookies by Betty White. When my brain gets it right, it gets it right. I’ll be living off…

God I want Michelle and Naomi in the same room together. They could block out the sun.

I watched that Naomi video, the way she moves her body before she moves her head and neck is fascinating and wonderful and I’m sad she’s not American because I want to vote for her for something, anything.

The Naomi shade is the closest I’ve ever seen to the actual definition of shade. Perfection.

If you’re asking whether a Christian organization is taking money from its believers, I think you already know the answer.

Buying it a seat is what most surprises me. That’s an expensive quirk.

You’re being really presumptuous by assuming that this man is mentally ill. Some people are just plain weird, with no mental illness.

Of course its mocking, its fucking WEIRD and creepy. Sure there are “all kinds of people” out there. Doesn’t mean they’re absolved of being judged for bizarre abnormal behavior.

Still better than the time I was on a flight from Atlanta to Seattle and the deaf woman next to me wanted to talk about how much she loved Jeaus. Putting on headphones wasn’t going to be a deterrent to her passing little slips of paper onto my tray table every 3 minutes.

You know it’s bad when “maybe he’s just smuggled a ton of cocaine” is the most comforting explanation for something.

The most upsetting thing about this story is that he brought a bunch of bananas to snack on in the plane. That smell would have made me hurl all over the place.

Followed by, “you’re fat/ugly/stupid/drama queen/a cunt/SJW/the real racist,” for calling out their BS.

“Calm down.”