• Housewives proclaimed their same-sex lust for a lesbian fitness trainer.
• Like white people and young Jewish people, Indian people like stuff too.
• Jimmy Fallon kind of sucks. But Barry Gibb kind of rules!
• We watched the greatest catfight ever.
• There was more news, and pictures, regarding that Yale fraud kid and his ex-boyfriend.
• Julia Allison!

[A] well-worn filmy formula: Wealthy, urban boy serendipitously meets poor, rural girl while passing through the countryside against his parents' will. Though the wealthy boy is soon to be engaged to the daughter of his father's wealthy business partner, he cannot help but fall in love with the dough-eyed, provincial beauty who cares for her ageing parents and sings borgeets while folding laundry amongst the hibiscus plants in the garden. Despite the forbidding of his parents, the wealthy boy pursues the village beauty until they marry, he beats up her jealous, overbearing, uncivilized suitors and she becomes a welcome addition to the wealthy family. For the most part, all Flims have the same story line as Coming to America.

Only one product is completely indigenous to India. The fighter of flatulence and director of digestion, Hajmola is a tasty and functional treat. Hajmola tastes good to almost all Indians. And why wouldn't it? Scientifically, its ingredients include: Kalimirch, Zeera, Saunth, Nimbu saar (Pippali, Samudra Lavan, Sarkara, Krishnalavana, Navsadar - make the up rest). Indian children take one tablet a day, while adults and the elderly are advised to take two.

Most Indian males come across Acqua Di Gio as a 17th birthday present from a girlfriend named Priyanka, Loni, Teena or Snekdha Ghandivadhi. Once they catch a whiff of Acqua Di Gio's citrus infused odor, images of couture Italian style cloud the portions of their brain normally dedicated to good taste and the inhibition of unbuttoning your shirt if you sprout unruly body hair. Most formative in the mind of the young Indian male, however, is the implicit association with Acqua Di Gio and Indian girls.

StuffIndiansLike

• Voting: "Young American Jews, aged 18-34, have a 73% voter turn out. Average American non-Jews of the same demographic have a 42% voter turn out."
• National Public Radio: "Not only does NPR feed in to their progressive liberal elitism, it also creates a stronger sense of their progressive liberal elitism."
• Psuedo Indie Media Outlets: " Slate, McSweeney’s, and the New Republic, while independent in spirit, all have massive corporate parent companies."

OK, maybe also? Professional blogging.

[Stuff Jewish Young Adults Like]

We will say this for "Stuff White People Like"—if it was a list, it might be quite funny. "Expensive sandwiches" is a funny phrase. But, christ, the execution? The writing? We make no bones about the literary or even humorous merit of our daily output, but please compare "Stuff White People Like" entry #14, Having Black Friends, to that once-controversial piece of ancient internet satire Black People Love Us, a site that identifies its targets with more care and pierces them with more skill.

"Stuff White People Like" is a retrofitted Sinbad routine. It's the internet equivalent of Michael Scott re-telling a Chris Rock joke. In The New Republic, the man who attemped to popularize the terrible let-us-never-speak-of-it-again term "grups" not only leveled these criticisms but also pointed out why "white people" love "Stuff White People Like." Three reasons: "it's funny 'cause it's true", "it's funny because I'm superior to those white people", and "white people dance like this."

In The Root (an online magazine this white person likes), Gary Dauphin puts it succinctly: "Usually, even jokey talk about whiteness has a whiff of danger to it, but SWPL is likely the safest, most affable racial satire ever, a loving high-five between friends passing as critique." (He also points out that white people like stealing and repurposing elements of black identity.)

And, yes, those are the intellectual criticisms. But didn't we mention that we're also sick of the hand-wringing? The side-choosing? It's just a stupid occasionally entertaining blog! But then the author—who is apparently Canadian, and thus an authority on what white people like, even though he has friends of varying ethnicites—received $300k to turn it into a book and so now we're probably going to have to hear even more debates about What It All Means whenever this book is actually published, unless of course by then President Barack Obama has led us all into the glorious post-racial fruitopia of tomorrow.

Long story short, too-clever-by-half liberal arts school graduates like blogging, regardless of race. And the rest of the nation, white, black, or otherwise, doesn't give a shit.