Over at the New York Times, Amanda Hess has written an ode to the surprising sweetness of the “promposal”—the popular teen trend of asking someone to prom in an elaborate, often goofy, and always grand way. But hidden in the piece is something far more confusing to me, a bona fide adult, than the already confusing…
Corgis! Lots of corgis! Lots of corgis on a beach! Who wouldn’t want to go to a corgi meet-up on a beach? The answer is “no one wouldn’t want to go to a corgi meet-up on a beach.” Like, seriously—as of now, 2,243 people have RSVP’d “yes” to this event.
While critics were debating if Lena Dunham gets too naked too often; or if Melissa McCarthy is too fat to be a movie star Julia Pastrana’s mummified remains were being collected from an Oslo medical facility and sent home to Mexico to be laid to rest. In her death, as in life, the subject of Ms. Pastrana's looks…
Okay, I gotta say, this grew on me after the second listen. One of those things where the hook takes a little bit to stick in your head, nahmean? Although it takes a full minute for Nicki to appear, as soon as she does, shit gets bizarre. (1:06.)
