Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Iowa Rep Steve King wants to make sure disaster money isn't spent on "Gucci bags and massage parlors"

Politico

Shit, free bags and hand jobs? I want in on some of this sweet, sweet horrible natural disaster action. Where do I sign up? 

At least that's how I understand this whole disaster relief thing works, based on trusted statewide leader, Iowa Congressman Steve King. King, who you may remember, said he had never heard of anyone ever getting pregnant from rape, and was also was a vociferous defender of Todd "Legitimate Rape" Akin. 

"I think this election should be about, how did Todd Akin vote and what did he vote for and what did he stand for," he said. "And in this case, I'm seeing the same thing -- petty personal attacks substituting for strong policy."

Strong policies like, say, voting against disaster relief in the wake of Katrina a few years ago, which, you're never going to believe this, King did. 

In Wake of Sandy Romney Changes Position on FEMA Again

via Washington Post
 
First, during a 2011 Republican primary debate, Mitt Romney said he was in favor of cutting federal disaster aid, Instead, disaster relief should be privatized, he suggested. That means, of course, that people who can afford to pay to have themselves saved will be able to do so, while the rest of us should’ve done a better job pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, perhaps stacking dozens of copies of Atlas Shrugged on top of one another to remove ourselves from the cesspools of whirling trash ocean reaching tit-level in our apartments?

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

"Single Mom, Sorry" is the Most Insulting Restaurant Tip of the Week




Did you know that people are occasionally awful to one another and that they are typically incapable of empathizing with anyone outside of the Bubble Boy-like halo of solipsism that encases them? I sometimes forget for periods of five seconds at a time, which is why I'm glad the internet is always here to kick me in the brain nuts. Reddit, via . 

Vote For these Boston Music Award Nominations



The Boston Music Award nominations came out today, and I'm happy to see some of the acts I nominated myself made the list. Of course there are also a few that I'm #smh at, but that's the nature of this sort of thing.  Go vote for your favorites here.

I don't want to sway your opinion, but here are a few that I'm explicitly suggesting that you vote for, except for Best Music Blog, because all of those other hacks aren't worth your time.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Reminder: Halloween is for children



Here's your annual reminder not to have any fun. 

Oh hello, are you a child person between the ages of zero and not-twenty something? Then Halloween is for you, please go about your business. The rest of us are just going to have to suck it up and figure out some way to have fun this weekend without playing dress up. 

via but also every Halloween party ever. via that too.

It's not like you're even going to enjoy it. You know you aren't. You're going to be standing around in a hot club with facepaint sweating onto your tits, or walking through the city with your vag/balls/penis/butthole hanging out because you really want to maximize the eye-ball clicks on your costume/vag/balls/penis/butthole, or standing in some prick's tiny apartment next to the box of cat shit and warm beer with a bag on your head. Fun, right? So much fun. "What did you say dude? I can't hear you with this bag on my head." The joke/novelty just isn't worth it. "Oh ahah dude, Homer Simpson or whatever. That's cool, anyway, let's stand here for 6 hours now trying to relax with this shit on." 


Halloween is New Year's Eve's birthday. It's St Patrick's Day for everyone, but instead of only having to drink mad beers/fight/cry about how you drank too much/got in a fight, you have to spend the day as an apprentice seamstress/makeup effects artist as well  as a background extra in a soft-core porn/ city-wide zombie film. I don't even think that's legal under SAG union rules. 



Don't get it twisted here, I'm not only talking about poorly-thought-out last minute costumes here, although those are bad enough. Good ones are suspect too. Maybe even more so. Even worse are the half-assed costumes people wear out of obligation like we talked about here last year: 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Jesus Christ this NYPD aspiring cannibal guy...


"A Harlem cop plotted to kidnap, torture, cook and eat dozens of women — even going so far as to discuss the best way to slow-cook an adult in a series of disturbing on-line chats, the FBI charged Thursday," The Daily News reports.

Gilberto Valle's conversations about his plans, with an informant he thought was a co-conspirator, led to his arrest. 

Aerosmith's New Album and Why I Hate Myself



If you've ever wondered why most music writers seem like grade-A shitheads who hate themselves only slightly less than they hate music, it's because we have to read stuff like this all day, every day, for years:

Music Dump: Mean Creek in Interview Mag, Gaslight Anthem "sell out", Angel Haze is boring, the most romantic song of the week + other shit


Discovery: Mean Creek 
 
While it goes against everything we believe in as music journalists—that stringing together a series of pivotal reference points for a young band is about as lazy as it gets—in the case of Mean Creek, their catch-all grocery list of inspiration goes a long way toward explaining why they're the band most likely to break out of the fertile field of Boston rock this year. It's meant as a testament to the vibrance of the four-piece, not a slight, when we say that there are echoes of everything from The Replacements to Echo and the Bunnymen, The Pixies, Buffalo Tom, The Talking Heads and Bruce Springsteen to be teased out of their just-released second record, Youth Companion, on Old Flame Records. Sorry to break the rules....Read the rest at Interview

Napoleon’s “Swollen” Is the Most Romantic Song You’ll Hear All Week

A day won’t be enough for me to squeeze in enough listens of this fevered seduction that quietly exposes its heart, and body, one slowly discarded garment at a time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me here, even the lyrics, rather pedestrian lovey dovey stuff on paper, seem like the most devastating declaration. Read the rest at Bullett




Get Up And Dance With French Horn Rebellion + Database’s “Poster Girl”

This new track, a collaboration of New York brother duo French Horn Rebellion and São Paulo producer Database, (a follow up to last year’s “Beaches and Friends”) is the timeless love story about a boy who grew up fantasizing about a famous starlet, made it to the big time, then started dating her in real life. Who hasn’t seen that happen a million times? Read the rest at Bullett



Oh Yay Elisha Cuthbert Stars in the The New Gaslight Anthem Video So Let’s All Watch It

Elisha Cuthbert, famous actress from television and movies, stars in this new video “Here Comes My Man” from the professional rock and roll band The Gaslight Anthem, a fact that’s important to point out right at the top here because otherwise I never would have watched the thing. Good move on the band’s part, having a pretty woman whose visage I associate with fond memories of previous entertainments walk around in front of a camera and then subsequently editing that footage with bits of them performing the song in question, because now I’ve listened to it a couple times. Read the rest at Bullett.

Angel Haze Takes Bold, Creative Step Forward On New Eminem Track

On the new track from her forthcoming mixtape, buzz-blurthy rapper Angel Haze has written a song called “Cleaning Out My Closet”, on which she raps in the same cadence over the same beat Eminem used in his song of the name.  In honor of that effort I am going to copy and paste another music writers review here and change some of the words around, because if these musicians aren’t going to try why should I? Read the rest at Bullet


Is It Ok That Jon Hamm Gets Away With Being A Fat Ass?


Jon Hamm is the luckiest bastard in the world. Not just because of all the fame, riches, talent, good looks, and all-around-good-guy affect he’s got going on over there, that’s all well established. It’s his choice of roles that makes him so dastardly brilliant.

Typically when we read very important and serious-minded think pieces about Mad Men and the expectations of beauty inherent in Hollywood, it revolves around one of two things—well, three, if you count each breast as a separate entity—and that’s Christina Hendrick’s “curves.” Depending on who you talk to, it’s either an accurate representation of “real women” during the time of the show, a condescending portrayal of sexism, or just another example of unattainable ideals for women today. Those may or may not all be good points, but something that regularly gets overlooked is just how “real” Jon Hamm’s body is.

Read the rest at Bullett. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Donald Trump's big revelation: he's still a birther for some idiot reason or other


There was much speculation yesterday over professional huckster and refrigerated milk bottle full of syphilis semen Donald Trump's announcement that he would have a big, yoooj, even, revelation about the President. I wrote about in Bullett last night, wondering whether or not it would revolve around, as rumors suggested, old news about a hypothetical Obama divorce from years back, or outdated revelations about Obama's use of and/or sale of drugs in college. It was, you will be surprised to here, somehow even less significant than either of those. The big news is that Trump is still a birther.

In a letter released on his Facebook page, (both of which he links to in the letter/ransom note, which, LOL at his inability to not self-promote for five fucking seconds) he pledges that if Obama will release his passport information and the full transcripts of his time in college, he will donate $5 million to the charity of the president's choosing.
“President Obama is the least transparent president in the history of this country. There’s never been anything like it,” Trump said in the video, taking credit for getting Obama to release his longform birth certificate “or whatever it may be.” Politico.
Unlike me, he added, a translucent jelly-fish like sea creature of unfathomable emptiness. 
“If he releases these records, it will end the question and indeed the anger of many Americans. They’ll know something about their president. Their president will become transparent, like other presidents,” he said. “I absolutely would be the most happy of all if I did in fact make this contribution through the president to these charities.
No word on what Trump or anyone expects to see in the transcripts, last I checked my own college didn't keep track of illegal activity or any other relevant fuck ups next to all those B- I got and that one D I got for walking out of my internship at the White House (true story), but maybe they do things differently at Harvard? 
Read the full letter below. 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Music Writing Cliches That Need To Be Retired



Is there a field of writing more predictable and cliché than music journalism? Besides all of the other types of entertainment journalism, I mean. (And not so fast there regular news journalism.) Writing about music is so typically cliché-ridden (a phrasing itself that’s cliché), that it has its own cliché aphorism to describe its pointlessness that is in itself one of the most overused clichés when talking about how music writing is cliché. Harsh but true, but having been a music journalist myself for many years, it’s not racist when I say it. A lot of my best friends are music journalists, actually.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Link Dump: #trap, smoked out cocktails, literary classics get burnt, CMJ highlights, new record reviews + more

JOSH REYNOLDS FOR THE BOSTON GLOBE


Depending on who you talk to, trap music is either the next big thing — poised to pick up where dubstep left off in mainstream club popularity — or it’s already on the way out. Possibly both. That’s commonly the case with any genre of electronic music by the time it enters the wider culture, especially those that are hard to define. It’s for that reason that the members of M|O|D, an exciting young collective of producers based in Boston, are both readily influenced by the origins of trap, and wary of getting pigeonholed by it.

In broad terms, trap is a form of hip-hop that traces its origins to the ’90s with the likes of UGK and Three 6 Mafia. It experienced a resurgence when rappers like Gucci Mane and Young Jeezy started constructing tracks around an 808 drum machine with accentuated snare hits, ominous minor chord synth leads, slowed down vocals, skittering percussion, and the type of booming bass meant to be played from the back of a rattling trunk while selling mixtapes. 

In more recent years, as was the case when US electronic dance music producers transformed dubstep from its more “authentic” British origins into something more aggressive and palatable for a wider audience, trap (or trapstep) has become the genre of choice for enterprising club producers like M|O|D. Read the rest at the Boston Globe.  

Smoked out cocktails, literary classics get burnt, CMJ highlights, new record reviews + more after the thing:


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Why liberals shouldn't too excited by Mitt Romney and Scott Brown's chicken-hawking


It was a banner month for chicken hawk bullshitting. First up came Senator Scott Brown's claims to have "served" in Afghanistan. As the Boston Globe pointed out "Yes, technically, Scott Brown is right. He is a longtime member of the Army National Guard, and as a United States senator, in the summer of 2011, he requested that his annual two weeks of guard training be done in Afghanistan, where he would be ­located 'in the rear with the gear,; according to one analyst at the time." 

In other words, it was a phony PR stunt that he knew he'd be able to play as a political trump card at one point down the line. 

Buy a PTSOTL t-shirt please and thanks



Got a new shipment of PTSOTL t-shirts in from the good folks at AudioCotton. All sizes men and women. Email me if you want one for a reasonable sum at on the gmailz. 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

brb in nyc



Sorry no updates this week really, I've been down in NYC for CMJ. Follow me on or Instagram or at Bullett if you absolutely have to see me complain about things in real time.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Hipster Record Bandit On the Loose, Gunning For Your Choicest Platters


By this point bands are used to having their music stolen, just not, you know, literally from their apartments. That’s what happened to Amy Linton of the beloved San Francisco Brit-tinged-twee-poppers Aislers Set this weekend, according to this actual news story written and then edited and then subsequently published in the Riverfront Times.

Obviously being robbed is a traumatic experience, and anyone who’s been through it can sympathize with the feelings of vulnerability and frustration that ensue — I had my bag of dirty gym clothes and a 40 year old iPod stolen out of my car two months and it still stings — but what if it wasn’t just your dumb old boring shit that got took, asks this piece, what if it was the super cute record collection of indie classics lovingly curated by a super cute cult musician? Practically makes everything else seem pointless in comparison.
Read the rest at Bullett.

Is the term Indian Summer racist or what?


It was 74 degrees in October today in Massachusetts, which naturally engendered all sorts of meaningful conversations about what it means. Most of them were stupid. I did get to over hear one bit of interesting trivia in the gym locker room, however. A Russian fellow was trying to find the words to explain that they refer to "Indian Summer" as "Woman Summer" in his country, which was super cool for me to listen to because it's rare that you actually get a chance to see a multi-cultural demonstration of your country's racism being translated in real time into another country's sexism. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

Meteorologist weather boner of the week




This storm boner weather report from Fox 13 in Utah, as Gawker points out, would've been funny enough if not for the meteorologist's "several unwitting double entendres."  I think that's selling it short here. Every single line this guy speaks is something I've said at one point or another in the bedroon, as it were, including "this is a tropical storm" and "nothing really to worry about as far as wind goes." And like this weather event, most of my "storms" usually turn themselves into a depression about 5 seconds after they're over too.  

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Scene Report: 22 Must Hear Bands From Boston

 
 
 
I’d like to be able to tell you about all the cool underground bands from whatever shitty city it is that you live in, but I can’t because 1) I don’t care, and 2) I already live in the best musical city in the country and this is what I know. That said, stay tuned for forthcoming lists of the best bands in other places, maybe, if we get around to it.

Hello there and welcome to Boston, or as we might say it in Boston, “fuck you.” You may be somewhat familiar with our city from our really-good-at-almost-winning-championships-but-not-quite-sports-teams, our army of ruggedly insufferable blue collar film dandies, or the biggest nerds from your hometowns who all go to school “near here.” Music fans will of course be familiar with our success stories, like Amanda Palmer, Soul Clap, and Passion Pit, and every other important indie band in the nineties that the kids these days are trying to sound like. But there’s a lot more to the city, like all the homespun, folksy racism. The truth is we really do have an insane wealth of musical talent here, partly from the onslaught of college kids too special to get real jobs after they graduate, and partly because many of us feel a community service obligation to atone for the elderly nutsack stain of Steven Tyler’s cumulative resume. Here are ten bands, some brand new, some longer in the tooth, that you’ll want to check out from the big Bean, as no one calls it. Read the rest at Bullett.

We’re All Lana Del Rey Now in Her New Video ‘Ride’

 
Lana Del Rey did something, so I looked at it and wrote about it, then you came here and looked at it, and that’s how things are probably going to go, back and forth, over and over, for the foreseeable future, so we might as well just accept it for what it is. That something in question is her new EPIC ten minute video for the song “Ride.”

The video begins with a voice over monologue in which her character catches us up to speed on the details of her life.

“I was a singer. Not a very popular one,” she says, as we cut through scenes of her swinging on a tire in the desert, letting her hair flow in the breeze on the back of a motorcycle, walking to the store all by herself to buy a soda and then murdering someone, all things that your average American girl dreams about being able to do some day.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Why Do We Fall Out of Love With an Artist or Band Once They’ve ‘Made It’?



There’s been a lot of attention given to Girls star and writer Lena Dunham’s publishing deal this week, a reported $3.5 million for her first book Not That Kind of Girl. Much of that has come in the form of bitter griping, of course, as is the natural course for the internet; never mind ‘we hate it when our friends become successful,’ we hate it when anyone becomes successful. But one thing we do like is when someone seems like they’re going to be successful. That’s the thesis at the heart of this interesting piece on Slate today The Irrational Allure of the Next Big Thing.

It’s the hypothetical space, the moment before take off, that thrills us, and why the ‘poised to break into stardom’ narrative is such a reliable cliche of entertainment writing, a crutch I’ve certainly leaned on more than a few times in my career. Success itself is an easy thing to hate, but the artist, or author, or musician, or athlete poised for success is a delight to behold — it’s an in between space where we can recognize and salute talent, which is a natural inclination, but not have that admiration sullied by the attendant depressing comparisons to our own lives that come when someone else has become truly successful.  Read the rest at Bullett.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Wisconsin State Rep Clarifies "Some girls rape easy" Comment

via

I'm not sure why I keep letting myself be surprised by stuff like this. First we had the Arkansas state rep who said that slavery was a blessing, then we had the Georgia senator who said that evolution and the big bang theory were lies from the pit of hell, a place that actually exists, and now we've got national news about a Wisconsin state rep who said some girls rape easier than others.

Never mind, it was just my dad explaining to me that all women are lying sluts, Wisconsin lawmaker Roger Rivard clarified today when asked about statements he made earlier in the year that seemed to imply something that is now politically inconvenient for him since he's in a tight election race. He didn't mean to explicitly state that some women rape easy, just that it was a pivotal lesson that his father taught to him as a young man that he brings up decades later in interviews for no reason.

He explained to the Journal Sentinel today:  


Awww Nuts New England Patriot Tweets Homophobic Joke



Earlier this week New England Patriots wide receiver Wes Welker found himself in the middle of a minor-press scrum when he took a shot at coach Bill Belichick, saying that it felt "kind of nice to stick it in Bill's face once in a while. Welker, something of the team cut up, is the rarest of species in the NFL, someone with an actual sense of humor. Unlike, say, teammate Brandon Spikes, who's also famous for sticking it someone's face, if you know what I mean. (Penis-wise is what I meant there.) The linebacker just tweeted what's sure to be a hugely controversial homophobic joke that will no doubt dominate the talk radio discussion in Boston for the next day or so.

Morrissey on Colbert last night UPDATE



Morrissey was on Colbert last night. The old boy plays his part as the straight man to Colbert pretty well, and breaks character once or twice, even when Colbert asks the dreaded question. 

UPDATE: Oh, weird, you'll never believe this, but Buzzfeed took an idea that they heard somewhere else then passed it off as their own without mentioning the source in a hilarious collection of images that add no value to anything. Here's there post today titled Morrissey Is Not Impressed With Stephen Colbert. Where have I heard that before? Oh right: 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Reviewing the Reviewers: The Best, and Worst, of the UK Music Magazines from Mixmag to Uncut to Kerrang


For someone who works as a music journalist, I don't get to read many actual music magazines -- mostly because they remind me a little too acutely how embarrassing a job this is to have. Patrick Kay has done the hard work of actually combing through the damn things for us. Check out his previous piece for us A history of dubstep, from grime to 2-step to Justin Bieber.

English language music magazines were hard to come by in Asia, where I’d been living until last month. Since returning to the UK I’ve sunk into an orgy of music journalism, spunking scorching wads of hot moolah into the gaping cash-drawers of slutty newsagents across the country, buying dozens of music titles. I have a deep affection for music magazines; before the internet they were pretty much the only regular source of in-depth information about music, and accordingly they played a pivotal part in shaping my taste. From my early teens, before I was old enough to go to gigs, I spent many happy hours poring over tomes like Select, Fatboss and Muzik, absorbing every ounce of information they provided. There had drawbacks, of course: often you’d have no idea what any given song actually sounded like. There were no updates. Your favourite artists might be completely overlooked or – perhaps even worse – given maddeningly cursory treatment.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Georgia House member: Big bang, evolution are lies from the pit of hell


Welp, that was fast. Just when we thought our man Jon Hubbard, or J Hubs, as I call him, the Arkansas state rep we talked about yesterday who thinks slavery was a blessing was the epitome of benighted obdurance, up jumps US House member Paul Broun from Georgia to stunt on dude's shine. Speaking at a sportsman's banquet at Liberty Bapitist church in Georgia a week or so ago, Broun had the following to say:

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Slavery was a blessing says Arkansas State Rep


Remember that very serious national discussion we had about the blessings of rape and all the good that's come out of it a few months back? Couldn't possibly get much worse than that, could it? I mean, we've seen politicians say some horrific shit over the years, but that's about the nadir, right? Nope, fuck you, it always gets worse. Like this quote from Arkansas State Rep Jon Hubbard's new book Letters to the Editor: Confessions of a Frustrated Conservative, via Talk Business.  

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Obama Lays Down, Concedes Defeat to Surely Ascendant Romney, Liar

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We had so many questions going into last night’s presidential debate. Would President Obama finally put the floundering Mitt Romney out of his misery, calmly, but sternly, like a vampire hunter dispatching the undead back to the hell from whence they crawled, thereby strengthening the base and embiggening his lead? He would not. Would Romney, flopping around like a beached-salmon gasping for air, say anything, literally anything, to convince passersby to toss him back into the water where he may swim yet again, deep and free into a watery abyss of shit, if only for one more day? He would. And what about if the two candidates switched haircuts for the night just to, you know, spice things up — what would that look like? Like this, in fact.

Read the rest at Bullett. 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

This dude posing with Romney is your meme of the week




It's not going to get any better today than this picture of Romney with some Chipotle workers on a campaign stop is it? 

The Washington Examiner (via Uproxx) has the amazingly terse yet still evocative AP story:

Monday, October 1, 2012

NFL Player Comes Out (Against Gay Marriage) + the Most Huffington Postian Slide Show of the Week

Marr Birk and his gay family, .5 of which is probably literally gay.


An NFL player has written an op-ed in defense of "traditional marriage" this week, which we'll talk about in a second here, but when we're done I want you to stick around for what might be the most quintessentially Huffington Postian thing I've seen since, well, the last example, and all of the other ones that come out every day.

In response to recent statement by his teammate Brendon Ayanbadejo, and a follow-up article from the Vikings' Chris Kluwe in support of gay marriage, both of which were sadly newsworthy in the year 2012, the Baltimore Ravens Matt Birk published an op-ed in the Star Tribune titled #nohomo. More or less titled that. 

Seth MacFarlane to Host Academy Awards


Seth MacFarlane, the "creative force" behind Fox's Family Guy and this summer's holy-shit-it-made-how-much-money? film Ted, was announced today as the next host of the Academy Awards, which should come as pleasing news to people who plan out their TV-watching schedule four months ahead of time.
"It's truly an overwhelming privilege to be asked to host the Oscars," said MacFarlane. "My thoughts upon hearing the news were, one, I will do my utmost to live up to the high standards set forth by my predecessors; and two, I hope they don't find out I hosted the Charlie Sheen Roast." You can read the full announcement here.
MacFarlane's recent stint as host of Saturday Night Live may have won him the job, as he turned in a pretty decent performance, which these days basically consists of not setting the stage curtains on fire and knocking over the studio cameras like a series of dominoes.

The internet is abuzz with excitement over the announcement, although the general critical consensus already seems to be that most people liked the Oscars better when Matt Groening hosted them the first time.



Link Dump: Kreayshawn's awful debut, reverse air brushing models, Lohan assault part 50, 10 'Pretty Good' bands, Morrissey as savior


Hi Haters, Kreayshawn’s Debut Isn’t Actually the Worst of All Time

Weird, turns out that for only the 10,000th time in a row that massive internet buzz hasn’t turned into anything approaching tangible, real money in the actual marketplace. Meh, it’ll probably pan out next time, giant corporations, so you should definitely keep trying. The shocking revelation comes, as nearly everyone on the internet has been reporting this weekend, that jazz violinist Kreayshawn’s debut Something About Kreay, was the worst selling record by an artist on a major label of all time, moving only 3,900 copies, a stunningly low figure for an internet icon who could literally fart glitter into a camera and pull in millions of YouTube views. Maybe that’s not a good example, because I’d definitely watch that, but you know what I mean....read the rest at Bullett.


Lindsay Lohan Assaulted by Republican Congressional Staffer in Cell Phone Dispute

Remember a couple of weeks ago when Lindsay Lohan tweeted at president Obama that millionaires need tax cuts too? Seemed weird at the time, right? (Although I’m not really sure anything counts as weird when we’re talking about LiLo anymore. Maybe an actual acting job done to completion?) An altercation between Lohan and a giant douche gentleman on Saturday night at the W Hotel in New York City may shed some light on her conservative policy-making concerns — she’s . And by “hanging out” I mean, “getting choked by.” Allegedly, that is, although you can probably consider that qualifier as a given for any story concerning the alleged actress....read the rest at Bullett.

Can Your Favorite Beer Predict How You’ll Vote?

No. The answer is no, of course, as it will always be for headlines that end in a question mark, but someone did some kind of study or other looking into it, so it behooves us to at least ask the question....read the rest at Bullett.


The 10 Most Consistently “Pretty Good” Bands

Coming up with lists of awful bands is easy. Literally just reach your hand into a bucket with the names of every band ever written on a piece of paper and work from there.  Lists of really good ones slightly less so, but it’s still manageable enough. Just figure out what type of girl you’re trying to sleep with, see what she likes, and then send her the link after you write it...read the rest at Bullett

Karlie Kloss Packs on the Pounds, Airbrush Style

It’s hard being a fashion model. Either you’re too skinny and people on the internet are all “Eat a sandwich, honey,”or you’re .5 lbs over weight and you can’t get a job. And then there’s all the whining people do about fake beauty standards and unachievable perfection or what-have-you, I don’t really know, I’m wallowing in male privilege so I’m not really paying attention. But it turns out that the tide of decades of artificially slimming women to squeeze them into the tiny little imaginary clothes boxes may have finally started to turn back....read the rest at Bullett.  

Morrissey Pulls a Ryan Gosling, Comes to Aid of Old Lady In NYC

Just when it seemed that Morrissey, the zeppelin-domed crosspatch of melodramatic British rock had finally disavowed all former ties to his basic humanity (see this highly quotable in the Boston Phoenix where he explains how people like him are different than you and I), it turns out the old loveable malcontent still has a few good deeds left in him. While browsing through the Strand Book Store in New York City (Queerty via Spinner) an elderly woman nearby collapsed. It appears, at long last, the day has come when he had a natural emotion...read the rest at Bullett



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