Did you ever notice…
That on Style.com’s party pictures Sky Ferreira and Cory Kennedy always look supremely fucked up? Like living Brett Easton Ellis lady characters having their photos taken by Terry Richardson. Oooof. Everything.
Was innocently perusing Vulture’s coverage of The Hunger Games premiere and now I have to wonder what I have been doing this whole time that Penn Badgley was making his face so Goddamn hateable. Stop making that face Penn Badgley. I hate it.
You know what’s the most horrible thing about this story that is horrible in every way? That we are somehow arguing as though Sandra Fluke’s testimony were about taxpayers subsidizing her own sexual activity. In reality, she was talking about a private health-care plan and pointing out that hormonal birth control has uses and benefits that supersede contraception and are useful even to those who are celibate.
I really hate that we’re having this argument on Rush Limbaugh’s terms and not on hers. Because hers are pretty compelling and she’s under no obligation from advertisers to shout ridiculous things for four hours every day.
I saw Dave Holmes at a bar in Chelsea the night before I left New York for grad school and I bought him a beer. That is a brag. But also he earned it because he is the absolute best.
Nothing taught me, “if you believe it, you can achieve it,” more than Topanga from Boy Meets World performing Busta Rhymes’ Gimme Some More on one of MTV’s Spring Break Say What Karaoke episodes.
Don’t bother searching for it on Google, gang. I tried. It’s not there. Another valuable piece of my teenhood, lost to the sands of time.
How long have you all known about this and not told me?? →
ANSWER ME.
YOU HAD ME AT “From The Team Who Brought You You Got Served.”
AHHH!! BABIEZ BE DANCE BATTLING!!
Krumping! Roger from Sister Sister! A thinly veiled race war acted out through dance! Did you guys see that one kid? He’s all “You betta watch yo back. I’ma go water-pick my braces. Then we gonna tussle.” Barf, white kids. Am I right?
BATTLE FOR RESPECT. BATTLE FOR FRIENDSHIP. BATTLE FOR HONOR. BATTLE FOR ORANGE SLICES AND CAPRI SUNS AFTER THE BATTLE.
This ain’t a battle. This is war.
Hey guys. Did you know NY Fashion Week just ended? I don’t care! I have maple syrup on my jeans! Just kidding I care so much. But what I’m going to care about in words to you guys is this: Do you guys know Michael Bastian? He is a menswear designer and the guy in the above picture and he won the CFDA Award for Menswear (not that we understand what that is, really) and oh man is he not just a kind of beautiful guy in that East Coast-A Separate Peace-Prep School way that doesn’t actually exist? He definitely played lacrosse. His Wikipedia article says he’s from upstate New York near Lake Ontario. Do you think he’s from Oswego, where I’m from? I bet NOT. I bet he sails. I’m pretty into his whole deal. Fashion!
I don’t know. It’s one of those things where you go into an internet black hole, from this blog to that blog and then you come out on the other side into this magical dreamland. I’m just super into Tiny Fuppets now. It is what it is.
