In a campaign appearance at a community college in Reno, NV, Hillary Clinton delivered a searing barn-burner of a speech denouncing moldy prawn burrito Donald Trump’s racism and how his campaign has stoked the raging fire of the alt-right movement to dangerous effect.
Somewhere deep in the Italian countryside, a group of adults lie in wait, preparing for the Hide-And-Seek World Championship.
I confess that I’ve never seen any of the films from the Ocean’s Trilogy because there are strange gaps in my entertainment knowledge, but Sarah Paulson is now in talks to join this cast is so fucking exciting and now I can’t wait.
Hey, remember when Amber Heard decided she would send all of that settlement money from her ‘stache of an ex Johnny Depp to charity?
In today’s Tweet Beat, Hillary is with her (Leslie), Brandi Glanville learns a lesson and oh, isn’t Ryan Reynolds funny.
It was only two weeks ago that Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson set off what appeared to be a feud between to the two biggest bald daddies of our generation on the set of Fast & Furious 8. Like all wonderful things, it’s probably a big lie.
In her new book In Trump We Trust, Ann Coulter attempts to talk America into supporting the Republican presidential nominee—in her own words, “the great orange hope.” She also attempts to answer for his past mistakes, including when he mocked New York Times reporter Serge Kovaleski, who has a musculoskeletal disorder.
Britney Spears has made so many comebacks, but this most recent one is my favorite by far. She won us over with her crazy Instagram feed, kept us coming back with new accessible pop hits, and now she’s letting us enjoy all her past dramas, difficulties, and breakdowns one more time.
In March 2015, a court ruled that Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams had to cough up $7.4 million due to similarities between their mega-hit “Blurred Lines” and Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give It Up.” Well, more than a year later, they’re still appealing.
I started working at Gawker.com in April of last year, and ever since, I’ve received a constant barrage of always furious, often antisemitic, and rarely coherent emails to my inbox. Reading these is, truthfully, the single best part of my day.
According to TMZ, Kanye West’s four-minute performance on the VMAs this Sunday will be filled with whatever the hell he wants to do—as opposed to, say, a request that he perform his latest hit or debut a new one, for instance, as we can assume many of the other performers will do.
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There are a few things I know: birds are dinosaurs, the perfect amount of humidity actually makes my hair look better, and cheesy pasta does not, under any circumstances, lead to good sex.
Following a public finger-wagging from an advertising watchdog group, the Kardashians have seemingly cleaned up their shady practice of not labeling sponsored posts as ads so as not to be investigated by the Federal Trade Commission.
Hollywood Medium is the worst show on television, and perhaps the most brazen. It is the TV equivalent of a man calling you to schedule a break-in, you saying, “Sounds good,” and still being surprised when all your shit’s gone. So much of this deceptively cruel little experiment in exploitative programming hinges on…