HELL YES, “Sons of Anarchy” season seven starts tonight! I am so excited about my favorite TV show’s return that I spent some quality time making this handy chart of Jax Teller’s fuckability over the last six seasons, based on his hairstyle. As you can see, whether he’s rocking the innocent bob of season one, the shaggy grown out locks of seasons two and three, the post-prison shaved head of season four, the slicked back bossman style of season five, or even the awkward growing out stage of season six, Jax is always totally fuckable. Just sometimes even more so. Season five’s ‘do realllllllllly did it for me. How about you? Enjoy the show, croweaters!
James Franco is not the most popular cat around The Frisky offices. We even coined a saying for when someone sends you too many links about Franco’s latest annoying antics, catching you off guard and ruining your day: “I’ve been Franco-ed.” (Everyone knows not to Franco Julie when she has a migraine. Not a good combo.) Being Franco-ed is the worst.
But, really, it hasn’t always been that way. In fact, my emotional reactions to the existence of James Franco have come full circle. I imagine it is the same for most of you (don’t lie). Look, I even made an infographic! Let’s review… Keep reading »
It’s a couple weeks into your European History class, and suddenly you find yourself touching up your lip gloss before taking your seat and getting all hot and bothered by the mere mention of Protestant Reformation. Hey, we’ve all been there. Here’s our breakdown of the factors that contribute to a major crush on your professor, culled from our extensive experience with the subject. Sigh. There’s just something universally irresistible about a learned man in tweed.
I’m heading to Portland this week, and me and Winona have plans to get brunch. Do you get brunch? It’s practically an Olympic sport in Brooklyn and, says Winona, Portland. There’s the waiting, and the outfits, and the hangovers and the drinking and eating. So much stuff goes into brunch! Brunch, brunch, brunch! As such, I’ve created a pie chart, delineating about how brunch typically goes, in case you feel like you’re missing out.
My disdain, nay, my utter revulsion for James Franco is well documented on this site. But it seems that there is a dark horse waiting in the wings, ready to pry the douche-prize right out of Franco’s well-oiled hands. Yes, Shia LaBeouf, who today, it was revealed, quit a play in which he was to costar with Alec Baldwin. Not only did LaBeouf unceremoniously quit due to “creative differences” with the director (which is a nice way of saying he was difficult), but LaBeouf then proceeded to tweet out apologies to Baldwin for leaving the production. Sweet, right? Except the apology was lifted directly from a 2009 Esquire article entitled “How To Be A Man.”
“A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it’s just to put an end to the bickering.” wrote LaBeouf, I mean Esquire’s Tom Chiarella.
So let’s take a look and compare LaBeouf’s encroaching doucheiness to Franco’s well-established d-bag card.
Girl, you better not let the lawyers on “Law & Order” try your case, because you’ll likely either end up guilty or serving time. All told, the “L&O” crew have an 80 percent success rate. The obsessives over at Overthinking It created a very complete catalog of all the verdicts over the history of the show. They also took a look at the outcomes per season, and the number of “not guilty” verdicts dished out over the series’ 20 year history. That is a lot of Lenny Briscoe in your face. [Overthinking It]