Good god. Did she dump Nick Denton at some point? You guys are to any little, mildy unflattering news about this woman what those French pigs are to truffles.
And she didn't even sound bad. Go back to destroying Karmin. At least that's still novel.
The fact that you typed out "o_O" made my whole week. Thank you.
I once dated a guy who worked with monkeys as a part of his PhD program. (Shhh! I know. I should have freed them or whatever. But, hear me out!) Anyway, one day in an attempt to woo me, he took me to the facility where they housed the little guys and told me that I could go inside since it was late and no other researchers were around. I had to put on scrubs, little rubber booties, a full length jacket, another full length jacket, gloves, a second pair of gloves and a mask with a full, plastic visor. It was at this point that I started to question not only my decision to tag along to the monkey dungeon, but also the whole relationship. Anyway, I go in and right before I get in there, my boyfriend turns to me and says, "Oh yeah. Don't look at them in the eyes. At all. Make sure you don't look into their eyes because, since they are in captivity, they are very defensive and will interpret direct eye contact as a sign of aggression." Then, he said, "Oh, and don't get more than three feet from the cage because they have long, spindly arms and pretty much all of them have monkey-herpes and it's lethal."
He then slapped me on the back and punched in the code to unlock the door.
Note: I am a 6'3, broad shouldered dude. So, in order to see into ANY of the cages, I had to stoop down... ever mindful not to look into any of these poor, trapped creatures in the face, let alone the eyes. From the monkeys' perspective, it must have been like some giant, autistic cousin had suddenly stopped by... all nervous and completely avoiding eye contact. And then it happened... I bent down trying to keep my eyes focused off to the side of the cage so I wouldn't accidentally meet their monkey gaze.
Failure.
I totally locked eyes with, of course, the largest, surliest male monkey in the facility, who immediately began howling and throwing his arms out at me. Naturally, I back peddled, frantically trying to avoid his poison-tipped paws, and rammed straight into ANOTHER cage directly behind me. This, of course, frightened the monkey in THAT cage, who also began to shriek. Within five seconds, the entire room was a cacophony of vocalized monkey-terror.
I slammed my hands down to my sides in an effort to become as unreachable as I possibly could while very briskly making my way to the now LOCKED door and began banging on it so my bf would let me out. After a second, the BEEP-BEEP of the electronic lock and the CLICK of the door.
We only dated for another couple of weeks. And, I'm happy to report that I do not have monkey-herpes. (Though the guy did give me HPV.)
He then slapped me on the back and punched in the code to unlock the door.
Note: I am a 6'3, broad shouldered dude. So, in order to see into ANY of the cages, I had to stoop down... ever mindful not to look into any of these poor, trapped creatures in the face, let alone the eyes. From the monkeys' perspective, it must have been like some giant, autistic cousin had suddenly stopped by... all nervous and completely avoiding eye contact. And then it happened... I bent down trying to keep my eyes focused off to the side of the cage so I wouldn't accidentally meet their monkey gaze.
Failure.
I totally locked eyes with, of course, the largest, surliest male monkey in the facility, who immediately began howling and throwing his arms out at me. Naturally, I back peddled, frantically trying to avoid his poison-tipped paws, and rammed straight into ANOTHER cage directly behind me. This, of course, frightened the monkey in THAT cage, who also began to shriek. Within five seconds, the entire room was a cacophony of vocalized monkey-terror.
I slammed my hands down to my sides in an effort to become as unreachable as I possibly could while very briskly making my way to the now LOCKED door and began banging on it so my bf would let me out. After a second, the BEEP-BEEP of the electronic lock and the CLICK of the door.
We only dated for another couple of weeks. And, I'm happy to report that I do not have monkey-herpes. (Though the guy did give me HPV.)
No! I was just thinking yesterday that I'm sure, in some horrible boardroom somewhere, Hollywood is cobbling together a remake of this movie. Quick! Take this down before we think it into existence!
Yeah. I was just about to say. There is a huge section of this song that's basically lifted directly from "Sunshowers".
I know. His last name completely ruins the opportunity for the headline; "Anthony and His Johnson." With WEINER just sitting right there, flopping around in your face like that, you can't NOT go there.
Oh, I don't know. I'm thinkin' Rudy Moise's (inexplicably failed) Congressional campaign MAY trump this one. MAY, I said.
(Note: This is a real thing that happened. In Florida. Of course.)
(Note: This is a real thing that happened. In Florida. Of course.)
Then what have *I* been eating!?!?
I'm a 6'4 guy with a BMI right in the middle of the "healthy" range. So, I say this is someone as on the "outside" of this issue as there can possibly be. But, here are two things that I feel are important.
1) The discussion of weight always seems to become a binary conversation amongst the parties with the most invested in it. It's always either, "Being fat is just fine" or "being too thin is better than being too heavy." Isn't it completely acceptable to say that either end of the spectrum isn't ideal?
2) Going back to BMI, I think it's ridiculous that I can be 6'4 and 195 and be considered right at the cusp of being "healthy" but could drop to 155lbs and still be considered healthy. That seems absolutely absurd and, I think, speaks to the institutionalization of the "too thin is better than too fat" nonsense.
1) The discussion of weight always seems to become a binary conversation amongst the parties with the most invested in it. It's always either, "Being fat is just fine" or "being too thin is better than being too heavy." Isn't it completely acceptable to say that either end of the spectrum isn't ideal?
2) Going back to BMI, I think it's ridiculous that I can be 6'4 and 195 and be considered right at the cusp of being "healthy" but could drop to 155lbs and still be considered healthy. That seems absolutely absurd and, I think, speaks to the institutionalization of the "too thin is better than too fat" nonsense.
Boston fatigue aside, that looks very... conventional for a David O. Russell film.
Wait for it! Wait for it!
.... Whoreticulture
.... Whoreticulture
They used Michelle Malkin twice? I mean, Sarah Palin. Okay, it's a given she'd show up a few times. But, Michelle Malkin?
Yeah. All of what you said and, as a side note, they are the worst live band I've ever seen. (And one time I went to a Christian super concert in the Georgia Dome. Even that, man. Even that.) Somehow Sleigh Bells opened for them in Boston and blew them off the stage before they even set foot on it.
Somehow, this is all because of Jodie Foster. They're friends, you know!
Who has straight dancers?
@DreamyVelvet: Is this in Inuit?
While we're here, have we discussed her song "XXXO" yet and how it sounds like something Britney passed on? Unless it's some kind of meta, self-referential joke/statement thing (the chorus of the song IS "you want me to be somebody I'm really not", so maybe...), that shit is terrible.
My friends and I used to be in a "spy" gang in the 4th grade. Just thinking about it now sends my shoulders straight up to my ears in embarrassment. I cannot even imagine what it will be like having to lug around THIS kind of secret shame.
@PunnyMcGee: Wait. I hadn't read #6 yet.
How is #5 not automagically [jezebel.com]
