Bunny-girl can grab my thick carrot any time she wants.

Looks like the poster for an extremely high-concept Vegas magic act.

Would it really have been progress for actors of color to appear in Noah, Pan*, The Last Airbender, Prince of Persia, Dragonball or Gods of Egypt? Maybe what’s really going on here is that only white actors are stupid enough to appear in these hellacious films.

2016 Finalist for the Reverse Sabrina Erdely Prize in Narrative Entrepreneurialism

A lot of this can be boiled down to “Einsteinian and post-Einsteinian physics/astrophysics doesn’t make perfect intuitive sense to the human mind, therefore it’s wrong.”

I think Gawker’s lede here is exactly that, no, there is no organized race riot. Yes, the story is invented for clicks by a handful of internet racists.

Man Who Strips Almost Naked, Rubs Himself With Oil and Beats Another Almost-Naked Oiled Man With His Fists For Millions of Dollars Calls Gay People ‘Worse Than Animals’

Wow. Metal.

What are you talking about? It’s a huge showing of solidarity by the Ninja-American community!

Meanwhile, laboring away in the Outrage Mines . . .

It would be a step in the right direction if at least it were men who hadn’t run out of credibility 15 years ago.

I refuse to believe they are that hard up for finding women writers.

Dowd is only symptomatic of the NYT’s ‘tenure problem’: Of taking on columnists who at one time were considered hot stuff but which the passage of time has revealed to be very weak beasts, indeed. But for some reason they keep getting contract renewals. This applies to Dowd, certainly. But also Brooks, Friedman,…

One day I hope Maureen Dowd wakes up on the floor of her Manhattan apartment to find a used-up tranq dart in her buttock and a heavy, unremovable polycarbonate collar affixed to her neck. Normally, it does nothing . . . except if she writes about a public figure using a stupid little made-up name for them, in which…

There you go, then: We know it can be done. So we’re just waiting on you, Lena Dunham: Post a video of you single-handedly shoeing a quarterhorse and we’ll know you mean business.

Seems it would be common decency for them to at least rip a phone book in half. Wouldn’t even have to be a phone book for a large city. Pittsburgh would do.

Why is it I suspect that none—not one—of the ‘strong’ women ever identified as such could, if asked, bend a cast iron frying pan in half?

I’m not bugged by viral content per se. Rather, I’m more annoyed that it’s never viral content that serves my interests. To wit, why can’t I fire up my Facebook-mo-tron in the morning and find a continual scroll of:

You’re through the looking glass, I see . . .

A little bit of schizophrenia is so much better than a lot or none at all.