An absolute shitstorm hit the BBC newsroom this week. By now we know of their well-publicized #cheesecakegate, which erupted into a series of tweets and office memorandums from a case of office cheesecake pilfering, including the following death threat:
On Friday, an endearingly awkward New England acoustic rock musician wondered on Twitter whether Nicki Minaj would like him if they ever met. She got back to him–and with one of his song lyrics!
This is an image of 21 dogs on a flat-bottom boat taken last Sunday in Houston, according to Today, brought together by a serendipitous outpouring of dog love.
Yes, the hole part is the mouth.
The news was pretty goddamn depressing today–not only of the violent protests in Charlottesville, where
one death three deaths and 19 injuries are now confirmed–but try paging over to Instagram for entertainment and only find more Kardashian-Jenners (ahhh), or for humor, and these Kim Jung-Trump memes about nuclear…
The image you’re about to see was taken for a W Magazine article about cryotherapy, a new age treatment in which patients endure three minutes of -230 degrees Fahrenheit in a “galactic, futuristic coffin”: the place where Tilda Swinton lives.
According to the internet, Audrey Iteriteka, aka the “Beyoncé of Burundi,” is an 18-year-old high school student who can sing Beyoncé like you would not believe. And Snoop Dogg just gave her an emoji rose. Here’s another one! 🌹
Oh hell yes, look at this dream team. Beyoncé and Solange attended FYF Fest in Los Angeles, where they were spotted dancing to Missy Elliot’s song “I’m Better” off her forthcoming album, Popsugar reports. Then they gathered around for this shot, and everyone looks amazing, duh.
In the aftermath of the election, my brain was ablaze with all sorts of sensations, lighting up my neurons with varying combinations of rage, sadness, anger and disgust. On the second or third day after I awoke in Trump’s America, I turned to the guy I was dating at the time and asked what, he suspected, became of…
Not unlike Kathleen Hou over at The Cut, I tend to have nightmares about my teeth falling out (or at least I used to—those dreams have since morphed into ones in which a stick of chewing gum disintegrates in my mouth and falls down my throat, leaving me desperately attempting to claw it out with my fingers. Do analyze…
There is only one thing worse than wearing a bikini made of pizza, and that is paying $10,000 for a bikini made of pizza. This is a marketing ploy, I know, but disgust is the blogger’s Kryptonite. I’ll retaliate by refusing to mention the name of the Italian restaurant that masterminded this devilry. Yeah, it’s in the…
A very tan Will Arnett was taking a break working in London recently when he found himself outside his bud Harry’s gran’s house.
Is this an elaborate decoy? Could another “B + J” POSSIBLY have birthed twins at UCLA Medical Center? Are we being trolled? Is this performance art? E! has the details, such as they are:
A few weeks ago, I binge-watched—and really enjoyed!—both seasons of Master Of None. There were two paramount results. First: after years of being primarily fixated on Evan Rachel Wood and Kristen Stewart, Aziz Ansari is now the only male celebrity to whom I am attracted. Secondly, I have not stopped listening to “Say…
Fenty x Puma, clothing line of the queen herself Rihanna, has a new pair of kicks. They’re $190, and you can get ‘em in green or pink. They’re fine, but I truthfully prefer these men’s sneakers with the big fluffy bows.
A black bear in upstate New York whose head was stuck for at least three-and-a-half weeks in a food jug that once contained cheese puffs, or, perhaps, pretzels, has been rescued from his predicament.
After promising several fans on Twitter last week that she’d cover their student loans, college tuition fees, and school supply costs, the beneficent Nicki Minaj posted on Instagram on Friday that she’d made eight of those payments that day and intended to go on another shopping spree to free fans from student debt…
Just cause you smoke and take a selfie together in the bathroom of the Metropolitan Museum at the fanciest party of the year doesn’t mean you gotta be friends or respect one another.
I leave you with the story of a man who spent so much time dressed like a gorilla, he even began to smell like one.