Richard Pryor’s wife has already confirmed that Pryor and Brando had sex.

I’m going to insert “You like Brazilian music?” randomly in conversation from now on.

Did this ever even really fool anyone, though? Speaking as a photographer of 25+ years, I never, ever bought it. He’s always set off my creep meter (to a huge degree), immediately.

Something about Black Muesem reminds me of Tales from the Crypt.

Shit, you thought that kill was easy???

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Fun Fact: he’s married.

The saving grace is that Andy Warhol would have loved this story.

I read the story, saw the first comment, and thought “of course.”

How is this story about Chastain when front and center is a Woody Allen collaborator who professes not to care about his molestation charges, only his art?

I am done with calling out the actresses on this shit. Call out the magazine, the conglomerate who owns the magazine, etc. This is not her fault. We’re playing games with women who want to help because they arent 100% perfect meanwhile people are getting away with rampant discrimination, assault etc.

I think they meant their penises. Because that’s the only thing that makes sense here.

Wonder Woman. Why not let Wonder Woman have it this year?

Anytime I read about something or someone having a certain ‘vibe’, I’m immediately repulsed.

The thought of Michelle in a fascinator is all that’s sustaining me during these dark times.

He’s broken inside in the same way that Donald Trump is. He’s spent his entire life bullying and gaslighting and tormenting people. He does it because he’s a psychopath who enjoys it, he’s gotten good at it over the years, and he’s not flexible enough to switch to other tactics when he finds himself in a situation…

Jesus. Tiffany Haddish just can NOT simply have her moment, can she? Tucker Max’s name ain’t even on the cover, so why is he even trying to get shine as the co-writer right now? Bear with me...that would be like Louis C.K. bragging after a Chris Rock stand-up special, “You see that ‘I like black folks but I hate…

Children are so much easier to teach than grown men.

Or don’t show up. Force the tv shows to cancel their hours-long red carpet advertisement cash cow (or talk to a lot of dudes about their black tuxes). Watch the ratings of the awards plummet (half the people only tune in too see what people wore). Watch magazines that only judge women on their looks and hire creepy…

The best protest would have been showing up in worn-out sweats and ponytails, without makeup or self-tanner or any of the bullshit that famous women are required to participate in if they want to be accepted. Refuse to be a sex object for them. Refuse to play by the rules of always having to be attractive.