Exactly! I feel like everything she does is carefully calculated to make herself look like this serene, selfless, angel, when in reality she’s a total narcissist.

I read the description exactly as Angelina is saying it happened, and so did most people I’ve seen on the internet. They admit the point was to see which (poor) kid had the strongest reaction to being presented with a pile of money and having it taken away. They picked the one who genuinely burst into tears at what…

Ok so they told these children “We’re going to pretend to give you money and you’re going to pretend to be sad when we take it away. If you do a really good job pretending then we’re going to cast you in this movie and then actually give you lots of money but if you do a bad job at pretending then the opportunity to…

Well, that’s not nice. A micropenis doesn’t make a man unhealthy.

Yup. If only a good guy with an N-word had been around to save her.

Yeah, I think its noteworthy that anytime someone has been persecuted over criminal police actions, its been a POC or a woman. If your a white male officer or leader, you are safe.
I think we can both be upset with the police and upset at the systems that only punish minority police officers or leaders within the…

why are you furthering a biased narrative?

She “became deceased?” Yeah, no. She was shot and killed by the cop.

Leave James Taylor out of this

How did John Mayer escape this list?

Also, nobody ever mentions his role in the criminally underrated Cutter’s Way, where he plays an alcoholic Vietnam vet who gets his sleazy gigolo buddy (Jeff Bridges) involved in trying to solve the murder of a girl found in a Santa Barbara dumpster, and exploring the class differences and underside of that…

Does the story of John Heard death not deserve its own post?

I’ve noticed that the people who actually live in New York, or anywhere else these trucks park for an hour at a time, have a very different take than the commenters sitting in Wisconsin or wherever, having a good time being outraged at some shit they’ve never even heard of before this blog post.

It is illegal though. The city recognizes that a loud, parked ice cream truck is a nuisance. He can play his song to drum up business all he wants as long as he keeps moving. When he stops to make some sales, it’s supposed to go off. When he needs more customers, he moves on. These are the rules the ice cream truck…

The ice cream truck that comes to my neighborhood is appallingly loud and always comes at like 9 PM, which is after my kid’s bedtime, but it wakes her up and then I have to lie to her and tell her it’s a “music truck” so she’ll go back to bed. Plus, the ice cream is garbage.

No one should be allowed to comment about ice cream truck jingles unless they have been subjected to them for extended periods of time.

I know we’re supposed to hate this woman because she’s white and is supposedly living in the wrong neighborhood based on that, but I’d be pissed too if some asshole parked his ice cream truck outside my house and played annoying music every day, and then told me to “fuck off” when I tried to be upfront and work with…

Somewhat unrelated, but we are now getting to the age where younger people don’t remember 9/11, and I’m finding it so weird. September 11th literally changed the direction of my entire life (I’m 31), and when just-out-of-college co-workers look at me like I’m a dinosaur when I say I was in Iraq, I can’t get my head…

Oh hon. I knew. I knew when she was nominated, I knew when I put aside the joy of the idea of the first female president to vote for Bernie. I knew because I grew up in a red state and have family in red states. They hate Hillary Clinton more than any other Democrat. They hate her with an all consuming passion. But no…

Driving of the Golden Spike at Promontory Summit, Utah. I was but a lad sweeping my father’s general goods store in Grand Island, Neb., where Western Union rented an office in the back, and I remember the excited clacking as the news came through and the whooping and hollering of the wireman. Glory be hallelujah.