Happy anniversary!

lol

you nailed it — a complex and novel take. that's the kinda rhetoric we need more of on a website like jezebel dot com. i've never seen the TV show nor do i know much about kim kardashian except for how other people react to her wealth and success, and that in itself has made me interested in her to some degree. also…

I'm like a light skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house

except...the world does. clearly.

WHATEVER NEW SINGLE I'M SO EXCITED.

Every season except the first feels like they spent a ton of time coming up with the theme, casting, designing sets, and then the day before filming went, "Oh shit! We forgot to write anything! Quick, just jot down whatever."

guys i'm freaking the fuck out

fuuuuuuuck that, anna is full of shit. north west is a little girl in clothing she can move in just fucking fine.

This is the perfect and perhaps only response

Obama sure has done a lot of good things for the country he supposedly hates.

I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…

Because Sarah bound her from doing harm. Harm against other people and harm against herself.

Hey, now, some of us just like Diet Coke.

The "linguine in season" dude obviously confused linguine was some sort of seafood which **eye-roll** but it reminded me of a time when I was at this great place in Vancouver, BC called CinCin. It's a great Italian place. Anyway, this the conversation the waitress and I had:

For people like Eddie Murphy to stop worrying about poor widdle Billy's "bruised ego" and refusing to "kick a [rapist] when he's down"—and start caring exponentially more about the damage he has caused, the harm he has inflicted upon his victims, and if/when BC will own up to being a rapist.

ok my friend majored in art history and these were literally the same pictures she took during her semester abroad in Italy

The other day I was leaving from work and noticed the tell-tale green box of Thin Mints lying in the road. Then I saw a sleeve of the cookies scattered across the road, but I couldn't find the second sleeve. I slowed to a crawl and scoured the area, finally noticing the intact roll of deliciousness resting, apparently…

As usual, my comment will stay in the greys because apparently I will always be part of the Gawker underclass.