I am addicted to Netflix, which is why I steal money from my sweet, elderly mother. I love her so much. She was always there for me growing up. But I just can’t get enough of Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright in “House Of Cards.” I watched both seasons in one weekend. I missed my best friend’s wedding, but what can I say? I had to have more “House of Cards.” Forgive me, but I love that sweet streaming goodness.
Do you Netflix? Do you watch in on a laptop? A tablet? A smart TV? I have all three. I duct taped trash bags over the windows of my apartment. Last month the power went out for a couple of hours and I couldn’t Netflix and I almost clawed my face off. Isn’t that funny? Isn’t it? Why aren’t you laughing? What’s your favorite show on Netflix? Keep reading »
Some genius with a Tumblr account has astutely observed that all the models in the J.Crew catalogue look mildly drunk off their asses. Drunk J. Crew puts words in the mouths of those tipsy ladies, and the end result is perfect. It’s hard not to wonder why it took us all so many years of shopping at J.Crew or casually perusing their catalogues before these boozy vibes came to the surface. [Gawker] [Images via Drunk J.Crew] Keep reading »
Facebook is overrun with pictures of baby bumps or “side belly cleavage,” as I like to call it, originating with women announcing their journey from TTC (trying to conceive) to TWW (two-week window after ovulation) to Chosen Ones With Tiny John McCains in Their Bellies. As friends, we’re overjoyed when we see these in our feed, obviously, because we’re all going to get free baby lessons once our friends duplicate (this is the correct terminology, right?).
There is a contingent of people who find the public baby bump pics, ultrasound avatars, or photographs of loaf of bread in the oven a little smug. But my key objection is the sheer lack of originality. Your ovaries spit out an egg that caught the flying shuttlecock of your mate mid-Fallopian tube — that is some world-class tennis you’re playing, lady! Your prowess in implanting a fertilized embryo deserves something a little more personalized.
If you’ve received the lucky news that you’re adding an initial to your Pottery Barn towels, tell your friends and family one of these fun ways: Keep reading »
Megan MacKay, can we be friends? Because your “Ray Rice makeup tutorial” (hey, watch it first before you get offended!) is the most cutting commentary of our complete cultural fucktitude over Ray Rice that I’ve seen. You can watch more of Megan’s work on YouTube for her takes on LEGO’s female scientists, Hobby Lobby and Planned Parenthood. [UpWorthy]
Why, why must Starbucks insist on butchering the spelling of your name on every grande soy macchiato with an extra espresso shot that you order? Paul Gale knows the answer, and here he answers the greatest question of our time. Prepare to be enlightened. [Mashable]
Well, another fabulous summer in Ibiza comes to a close. The A-listers were busy this summer: Zac Efron got cozy with Michelle Rodriguez, Bieber got punched, Paris Hilton ate dinner. I compiled a few simple rules to help you survive next time you find yourself partying on the bronzed coast. Do they call it that? Let’s call it that. Keep reading »