Reminder: Every Monday, I livetweet a new, exhaustingly long episode of “The Bachelor” on my personal Twitter (@xoamelia), giving a detailed, hilarious, wine-and-weed-influenced critique of “Prince Farming” (oh go fuck yourself with that nickname, Chris Harrison) and his search for a woman willing to move to
a post-apocalyptic hell tundra Iowa. And then every Tuesday, I recap the episode with some form of an infographic, because three hours actually forming sentences to describe my feelings about this shitshow is enough for all of us.
On last night’s episode of “The Bachelor” — which was crashed by Jimmy Kimmel — so much happened (read: nothing really happened), I decided to break things down by the numbers. Speaking of numbers, show of hands for everyone who heard Amber say, “I don’t want something warm and salty in my mouth” and immediately thought, Is she talking about goat milk or semen?” <RAISES HAND> Also, this episode needed way more Ashley S. Thank god she got a rose!
Today marks what would have been Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s 86th birthday. Above is his historic “I Have A Dream” speech, delivered on August 28, 1963, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. The full speech, as transcribed by Huffington Post, is below.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. Keep reading »
There I was, enjoying my rainy Sunday afternoon, unshowered (natch), weaving in my rocking chair while watching series two of “The Fall,” when I took a second to click on this Daily Dot article while my Netflix stream buffered. (My wifi connection is sucking hard, Verizon.) Amber Rose just posted a series of asstastic Instagram pics in which she casually poses on a balcony in what is maybe Miami, and she’s wearing just a piece of string that has essentially been wound over and around naughty bits. I should probably stop what I’m doing and post those. I paused and just sat there. Ugh whatever, it’s just Amber Rose’s butt and it’s Sunday and I vowed not to do any work. Fuck it, it can wait. And then I tweeted that very thought, like I was kind of proud of sticking to my guns for putting my psychological need for a work-free Sunday before the possible benefits of blogging about this momentous occasion in celebrity asses. And then my friend Cooper at the Daily Dot, who is still in his twenties and full of youthful enthusiasm and energy and will probably be my boss in some capacity someday, was all, “BUT THE TRAFFIC…” And I felt a stab of guilt for possibly squandering this opportunity to grab some cheap traffic because . So now here I am, posting about these photos (more after the jump) and waiting for my video to buffer even more (because my wifi connection still sucks, Verizon!!). [Daily Dot] Keep reading »