Is it possible to simultaneously be happy that McGowan is being vindicated after years of silence and also be put off by the way that she’s lashing out at basically anyone who was in relative proximity to Harvey Weinstein. What exactly did she expect Ben Affleck circa 1997 to have been able to do to stop Harvey…

“Jonathan Groff once made [Lea Michele] laugh so hard, she peed herself before singing in front of Obama.”

Now that President Obama has moved on, it’s actually nice to see the new leader of the free world sitting in the Oval Office, and also Donald Trump.

“Moonlight: Best Picture,” spat Horowitz.

CPAC: Cuck Pedos Aren’t Cool.....

Burke must have fucked up the link. I clicked on it but instead of a hoo-hoo ha-ha sketch, all I got was an actual Spicer briefing. Sad!

Jamie, boo. That hair. No.

Jesus I’m so fucking tired of people making that “Zodiac Killer” noise about Senator Cruz. Have some fucking respect, assclown.

So this is why Trump and Belichick get along so well. They are both into their daughters!

I guess he’ll be so busy he won’t have time to investigate Trump, huh? Funny how that works out.

Deuce Bigalow: Civil Rights Gigolo

Thank you.

He had one of those remotely controlled dildos in his rectum and would get a buzz everytime he was about to call her a bitch. So that’s why he was constantly adjusting his posture, his tie, the microphone, his water, and clenching his anus.

unhappiness somewhat alleviated thanks to Full Frontal

In the words of esteemed Hillary Clinton:

by relentlessley making fun of Bernie’s supporters, calling them “Bernie Bros”

“I would sooner vote for Donald Trump than I would Hillary Clinton,” said one angry young man, which suggests that he, much like his fellow protesters, doesn’t seem to care all that much about what a Trump presidency could mean for people of color, immigrants, women, and gay people.

And, ultimately defeated by a blonde who loves her wine and can rock a power doublet. Er, jacket.

Starrgazing: A timeline

some time in the mid-90s I fell out of my bunk bed and hit my head. My parents took me to the ER, and the doctors asked me various questions to determine my mental status. One of them was “Who’s in charge at the White House?” I deadpanned “Hillary” and had the whole ER laughing. I was seven or eight.