When Rihanna sang “Didn’t they tell you I was a savage,” none of us knew that she was really talking about the Los Angeles Metro and their new series of hilariously horrifying safety videos.
May I have the language of origin please? English. Thank you. Would you please use it in a sentence? Look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab, look at my dab, bitch dab. Thank you. Dab. D A B. Dab.
This is the Betty White dirt we’ve been waiting for.
I’m just sorry that this little citizen has peaked so young.
God damn, that’s a smile. Here’s another.
I mean—did you? To clarify what I’m asking here: Why did you think the store was named Staples? Because they are an office supply store and sell literal staples?
While a lot of fuss is made over Kate Middleton’s bouncy hair and seemingly endless stream of finely made outerwear, not everyone agrees that she’s a style icon. And among that “not everyone” is author Margaret Atwood.
A trio of first person accounts about depression are coming out this year in England, causing Guardian scribe Stephanie Merritt (an author of one of the three memoirs) to call 2008 the year of the female depression memoir. These three books, Elle editor Sally Brampton's Shoot the Damn Dog, Lorna Martin's Woman on the…
