I Just Now Saw: Breaking Bad
You know what this show really needed was a Christmas episode or a “we’re rich now let’s buy new shoes” shopping mall montage.
You know what this show really needed was a Christmas episode or a “we’re rich now let’s buy new shoes” shopping mall montage.
More of our lives are lived digitally by the day, and it’s time to start thinking about what happens to all this when we die: do we want it to go to someone else, to be erased, or to remain indefinitely in the ether(net)?
Topics include a face transplant, Janelle Monae, business school, Jodie Foster, mattresses, the men who brought 9/11 home, letters to the editor, last meals, writing advice from Rick Bass and moar!
The governor’s office plans to appeal the ruling, but activists in the state are already celebrating.
“I had a dinner party at my new apartment the other night. By ‘dinner party’ I mean my girlfriend and my cousin came over and I made them scallion pancakes.”
Dr. Ben Barres, an openly trans scientist, is on a mission to end gender discrimination in the sciences.
Just on the cheek, keep your pants on.
Come taste the rainbow (and ice cream)!
“The three main implications are ‘Women are too weak to harm someone,’ ‘Lesbian rape is hot and it’s harmless. It’s not real.’ and ‘All rapists are men.”
“Unfit For Product Placement: Radicalizing the Cartoon Characters Of Our Childhoods” is my absolute favorite thing on the internet right now.
Cucumbers and cream cheese: You’re into role play. Also maybe corsets.
“So when we grilled these maple-laced caramelized onion Gruyère behemoths on a rainy evening and neither of us lost an eye, I knew she was a keeper.”
And then, the epiphany — again like a sparkly gift from heaven, or maybe one of those sponsor gifts in the Hunger Games because atheism — it came to me: apple sandwich.
Miley Cyrus has a new video, Justin Timberlake hashtags everything, Ellen thinks Drake makes stuff sexy, and Lake Bell’s new movie looks great as does Tig Notaro.
Stuff your ears as well as your face.
We’re making a journal gallery! Get out your camera, kids.
Or as I like to call it, A Journey Through Six Hundred Slices of Bread to Her Heart.
“Of course, we abandoned the trail and set off in flip-flops, so our adventure was a little less Indiana Jones, and a little more Troop Beverley Hills.”
We are going down… on vaginas.
The queers of California’s Central Valley gather for Reel Pride, which screens over thirty independent LGBT films during a five-day festival.