I believe so. Happy fapping (although it’s gonna be a sad movie, not a cheerful rom-com).

I lived in Evansville, IN, during the 80s, and I was in high school (Class of ‘85 raaaawwwks!). Evansville is larger than Hawkins is supposed to be and more racially and economically diverse than Hawkins.

Are you from Evansville?

This ought to do it for you: Disobedience. She is a repressed, married ultra-orthodox Jewish wife whose childhood love interest (Rachel Weisz) returns after a long exile from their community and rekindles their relationship.

Holy shit, Steak-Umms! I remember when those first came out. I was right in their market space: a hungry 13 year-old who’s Indiana life could only conjure up visions of Philly cheesesteaks and who had just enough kitchen savvy to heat something in a pan and slap it on a roll. I loved those.

I think she’s just trying to sound seductive/jazzy, but she doesn’t have the vocal chops to pull it off without it going all wrong.

Technically, yes. But if the Black Eyed Peas (or Fergie, solo) ever could be considered ‘art,’ then the bar has been set pretty low.

Who’da thunk it?

From the “I’m so shocked” file: Trump dating site cover model is a convicted child molester.

I’m not saying there’s only one way to sing the song, but when you take the tune and the lyrics into account, it should be clear that Fever-esque isn’t the way to go, even if you can sing it.

That Marvin Gaye video is amazing. Unlike Fergie, you know this just happened naturally, whereas she was bending over backwards to be sexy. And just came out trashy.

Well, there are two separate problems, in my opinion: First, all the ‘bad singing’ stuff the vocal coach is mentioning. Second, the issue of taste: The National Anthem is not supposed to be sung as a seductive torch song, where the singer eye-fucks the audience. This came about as the result of Fergie being a trashy…

Please, no. I come here for the snark and condemnation.

This morning, for the first time, I watched the Fergie video. I got about 30 seconds in before I quit in disgust and shame. I tried again, in the name of science, just now. I got to 1:39, before I couldn’t take it anymore.

Ooh! Right on the nose!

It’s too bad they didn’t choose the poop emoji. It would have enabled them to add a chocolate aspect to the product.

I won’t try to defend Hope Hicks — as with all others in the current WH, there’s no defending the indefensible.

Grope Ticks

If only to hide his erection.

Oh, my heavens! While I’m not any judge of voice quality (eg, pitchiness, flatness, etc.), I do know ridiculous delivery, when I hear it. The National Anthem is not meant to be a late evening torch song, sodden with sexual promise and winking innuendo. Yikes.