Can we talk about that logo? I’m going to need an entire essay on the logo. I’m going to imagine Drake throwing that tweet out then fielding a flurry of calls from his marketing/pr team asking him to please not distribute his own artwork because it’s so god awful

That’s some risky business right there.

PLEASE GOD LET THE KATIE HOLMES THING BE TRUE

It’s just given us this wonderful exchange, though:

I’m now imagining everyone in the neighborhood buying one for the sake of the family and just resignedly setting her up in their foyer.

Exactly. A fella’s kinks should just be for him, the search team at Google, the NSA and whoever is stealing his identity out of Omsk..

My grandfather worked in the mannequin department of a New York City department store. I had a couple of mannequin hands to play with as a kid, and he also made this art piece out of broken mannequin fingers which is now on our bedroom wall. I love it so much.

That or he just liked silent women with giant racks.

So he was a leg man, then?

This reminds me of that BBC Real Doll documentary. Not the sex aspect of the doc but some of the men that really put personalities on the dolls. Looked for clothing and jewelry, painted the makeup and nails, took them out on outings, etc.

1. Wow, those are some big boobs he made.

Just playing armchair amateur psychologist here, but is it possible that this was a guy with a hint of gender dysphoria who didn’t feel he had any other outlet to express it? This seems somehow more aspirational than fetishistic.

“Can Tyga himself be repossessed??”

To the lead-in topic, for once: I am, in a moment of supreme pettiness, absurdly pleased to see that 34-year-old Ivanka Trump’s nasolabial lines are already deeper and more noticeable than the light, fine, almost invisible ones on my 49-year-old face.

I can’t find the brag thread, and I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but I didn’t know where else to share this: I picked up my one month clean and sober keytag!

“You literally look like Rob paid for you,” says Khloé.

The Ruling: Not it’s not shade, you psycho

We should all be wary. Taylor Swift’s recent “enhancements” are nothing more than her venom sacs filling as she prepares to paralyze her prey and feed.

That announcer yelling “HERSTORY” with completely uncontained fervor is my new aesthetic