As an etymological rule, any family name ending in "-man" is most likely either German or Ashkenazi jewish. See: Goldman, Herman, Silverman, Weissman, Feldman, Krugman, Steinman, etc.

And, why are you smiling?

Eli Roth is weirdly good-looking for a guy who makes splatter films. You'd think a rich, white pretty boy from a wealthy Boston suburb would go into investment banking or management consulting like everyone else from that very specified demographic.

Season 3 will probably feature eight episodes of Nic Pizzolatto rubbing his nipples while staring in the mirror and nonsensically mumbling "hardboiled" crime dialogue, interspersed with random cuts of him anger-crying and stabbing a voodoo doll that looks suspiciously like Cary Fukunaga.

Well, I'd argue that the guy who wrote the West Wing getting caught trying to simultaneously bring crack cocaine AND magic mushrooms through airport security had its own edge of gonzo humor to it. We at least have that moment.

I'm from San Francisco originally, which is being culturally terraformed into one giant suburb by out-of-staters moving to Silicon Valley. (Are they "disrupting" the joy I feel when visiting home? Are they on the "bleeding edge" of dipshit innovation?) So my appetite for the hero-worship of tech CEOs might be even…

Did coke a handful of times in my early 20s, and I have no idea how people get into the stuff in a serious way. Well, I get how it happens because, y'know, the high, but the crash was absolutely brutal (for me at least). There's no other drug comedown that's felt anywhere near as harsh.

Buckcherry's music is the audio equivalent of cocaine. It's like they took a pair of leather pants and an 8-ball and gave it a recording contract.

Brandeis, actually. As a gentile no less. The funniest part about the Brandeis/Bentley Waltham dichotomy is that Brandeis is considered the far more "prestigious" school, but Bentley is in a much more upscale part of Waltham. Brandeis is in a part of Waltham that genuinely does look rundown.

Went to college in Waltham. I always loved how kids from wealthier parts of Boston looked at Waltham as this sort of grungy, dangerous skid row. The imagined-danger to actual-danger ratio was borderline comic from some folks.

*Spike Lee angrily tweets Philip Roth's address*

And I for my pederasty.

So this begs the question…. did he let the eagle soar?

….but oddly arousing.

I'm pretty sure every other satellite blog in that network has better editorship than the flagship. It's rare to see a media company where the flagship drags down all the secondary verticals, but Gawker always seems like the worst part of Gawker.

This isn't to AT ALL justify the sexualization of thinly-clad women being murdered in horror films by male (or male-seeming, in the case they're not human) antagonists, but it makes me wonder how often that trope has been used as a metaphor for rape.

He was great on the Bieber roast, a bright spot in an otherwise dull broadcast. My favorite line of his:

I get the sense that George R. R. Martin simultaneously really dislikes Victarion as a character (he's made sarcastic cracks about the guy's stupidity during interviews), but also has fun with how much he dislikes Victarion and his bovine-level IQ.

"Gibney dives in and rakes the muck, digging up anecdotes that make Jobs look petty and cruel."

The fun part about someone seeming like a boring straight white guy is there's a sliver of possibility that they're actually a serial killer.