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He’s the number one most insufferable dude ever, IMO.

I feel about Seacrest the way my husband feels about Chris Hardwick: “YOU CANNOT HOST ALL THE THINGS.” Surely there are other, more charismatic people who can host things!

Seriously! Even if he weren’t the Living Worst™ (my preferred brand of awful), he’s saturated the fucking airwaves. There are about 10,000,000 better choices than this, up to and including the dump I took this morning. 

I’ve never been able to enjoy daytime talk shows unless I’m sick or playing hooky from work, Kelly isn’t terrible, but I firmly believe there’s a special place in hell for Wendy Williams

avocado is a bit spicy for him, no?

Ryan Seacrest is The Worst™ and is already everywhere. This news gives me a sad.

And then completely off.

I’m guessing they used to bone there. (Is this rude?)

Beautiful composition in this photograph — all of the subdued tones: the dress, the makeup, the shoes, the marble, and then the slight shock of the neon orange nail polish against the slate tile. Very japonesque.

Well, the whole entire extended clan is so unbelievably vacuous that I’m not sure that much is being said, regardless of how much talking is going on.

Wouldn’t it be great if nobody ever mentioned a Kardashian ever again?

(IIRC it was Jim DeRogatis reminding everyone of the women children he raped and then intimidated into silence that made Kelly a pariah, and not the watersports.)

He really flushed his career away, didn’t he?

R. Kelly: a dude who pissed away every last drop of goodwill there ever was.

Att this point, Ben’s descriptor also applies to R. Kelly. Dude can’t help himself.

I would really like a _My Super Sweet 16: Where are they now?_ with all the original spoiled brats.

Literally anything can give me anxiety, from a car that takes a second too long to turn over, the gym at its

I was sexually assaulted back in high school and didn’t tell anyone. I was afraid of being scolded by my family for hanging around such people and I didn’t want my friends to think I was weak. A few years later I opened up to a boyfriend about it, and his response was a contemptuous “well that explains a lot.” That