In case you weren’t aware, Hollywood is weird and incestuous

Samantha Ronson is straight up fugly. Even if you like girls who dress like skinny hipster boys (I’m looking at you, Lilo).

Shia keeps dissapointing me (one more strike and we are NOT getting married)

No hurrahs for Al-Hurra: the American government’s idiotic puppet propaganda channel is, not surprisingly, NOT POPULAR with the Arab world

George Carlin: we’ll miss you, you controversial badass

“Pregnancy Pact” perhaps not a pact at all…just “a lot of girls who know each other getting pregnant at the same time and being happy about it”

Mike Meyers is either a diva, or just freaking out because everyone hates The Love Guru

That jogging bra might just save your life (and not in the way you think)

Everyone thinks living in a small New England town — especially a small New England town by the water — would be the best thing ever. It would be so safe and homey, everyone thinks, so quiet and rustic, no stress! Just miles and miles of cute little houses and a cute little pier to launch cute little boats from.

Let me tell you something – that thought process is sh*t.

Everyone is up in arms about these Gloucester girls who made a pregnancy pact, and no one can understand why anyone would just throw their life away by having a baby before they can even legally buy cigarettes. But I understand. I totally understand. It makes sense. You know why? Because not every small New England town is picturesque and middle class. Some of them are cramped, poor, lonley, and boring as f*ck.

How am I such an expert? I grew up in one. Not the kind that’s stitched onto potholders and immortalized in cute Cape Cod beach shops — the kind where front lawns are strewn with old car parts, you can hear your neighbor’s drunken fist fights from your living room, and schools barely manage to give out textbooks printed before 1983. A town kind of like Gloucester, Massachusetts. Read More »