That is remarkably reasonable - I am merely an occasional Deadspin reader, so I didn't know that.
I've been sober in Vegas a few times. It is Carrie Bradshaw-screechy without booze.
For the life of me, I can't figure out why they would want a Gawker writer to write about the brain institute in Vegas. No offense intended whatsoever - you know you are my favorite - but why on earth would they want a writer for a NY gossip and entertainment website on the junket?
I am genuinely baffled as to how anyone could believe a word she says.
I am not often one to doubt a women's claim of abuse, but I don't believe a word that comes out of her mouth. Not one.
The "Pin factor prevents me from editorializing on the spelling of your name.
Go forth and kick ass.
Perfect.
Alas, we could never be as self-righteous and self-absorbed as transplanted New Yorkers.
Sofa king good. I'll be chuckling all day on that one.
+1
I want a hit of whatever your human resources/employment attorney is smoking.
Jesus.
Shit, I don't know why I got it in my head that Rande was also a producer. And, by the most liberal of definitions, Cindy is an actress.
But yeah, I am wrong, wrong, wrong. And glad to be.
Well, shit. I am worried #6 is Cindy Crawford.
Were you wrong, Gawker? Did you get bad intel? Did you try to independently verify the tip?
This is a bold statement, but I don't think there is a more likable and crushable writer than Mr. Leitch. Jesus. Sorkin may have based a character on Lisanti, but sitcoms and romcoms have been writing Leitches for years.
I lament that there was never really a Gawker era like the Lisanti Defamer era. There were great ensemble voices (the Balk-Choire-Gould era was remarkable), but nothing really Lisanti-esque. I guess Spiers was the closest thing to it.
Anyway - great piece. The crush abides.
I chuckled in Bridesmaids, but am stunned to see it on anyone 'best of' list. It just didn't suck, which was all it needed to do to get buzz.
I am equally flummoxed by the inclusion of Crazy, Stupid Love, on any best of the year roundup. Jesus, no. It was damn near unwatchable. I didn't see Drive, so I still don't get the Gosling thing, but I don't think his abs came anywhere near saving it. I was irritated after it was over, having wasted the time. And I was on a flight with absolutely nothing else to do.
My two favorite films weren't on this list - 50-50 and Moneyball.
This was exceptionally well thought out.
There is something nearly perfect about Nayana's entry. The picture - and her expression - completely sells it.
I read this a couple of times, trying to see if I could glean the answer to the one question I have:
AJ, do you think he did it?
God love you, Ham No.
Interesting point Emily tries to make about women who "aren't afraid to humiliate themselves" as a threat to the social order and somehow distinctly and unfairly "appalling." When I think of someone who is unafraid to humiliate themselves, I think first of John Fitzgerald Page. A man Emily remembers well, I am sure, as she had a field day with him (and rightfully so).
I somehow doubt that Emily - or anyone - thinks John Fitzgerald Page poses any threat whatsoever to the social order, or that is appalling status is in any way undeserved. He is just a navel gazing jackass. Maybe someday, women will allowed to be regarded as simply navel gazing jackasses, without any need for softening the blow of that designation.
Feminism!
There's no way you will convince me that his wife didn't know what was going on. That she didn't have, at the very least, strong suspicions about her husband and his behavior with young boys. And apparently, she, like Penn State's football program, did nothing.
And that makes her almost as gross and wretched as he is.
And that makes her almost as gross and wretched as he is.
I think I can translate:
Salman: You look like the good kind of crazy hot, not the scary kind of crazy hot. Wanna hook up?
Devorah: People have been trying to kill me forever, too. We have so much in common. Fuck yeah, let's fuck. You buy, I'll fly. Can we have dinner somewhere in the Middle East, or would that be too weird for you?
Salman: Uh, can we just, you know, fuck and see if we want to keep fucking?
Devorah: I don't casually fuck anymore unless there are releases signed for the sex tape.
Salman: Oh shit. You are the other kind of crazy hot, aren't you? The scary kind. Shit. You know, I used to be married to Padma, and now that Top Chef is back on, I have to see her every week and man, that does things to a man. So we can't fuck.
Devorah: I really enjoyed our fucking, though.
Salman: You know, we actually never got to the fucking.
Devorah: Why you got to be so brutal, Salman? No wonder everyone wants to kill you.
Salman: You look like the good kind of crazy hot, not the scary kind of crazy hot. Wanna hook up?
Devorah: People have been trying to kill me forever, too. We have so much in common. Fuck yeah, let's fuck. You buy, I'll fly. Can we have dinner somewhere in the Middle East, or would that be too weird for you?
Salman: Uh, can we just, you know, fuck and see if we want to keep fucking?
Devorah: I don't casually fuck anymore unless there are releases signed for the sex tape.
Salman: Oh shit. You are the other kind of crazy hot, aren't you? The scary kind. Shit. You know, I used to be married to Padma, and now that Top Chef is back on, I have to see her every week and man, that does things to a man. So we can't fuck.
Devorah: I really enjoyed our fucking, though.
Salman: You know, we actually never got to the fucking.
Devorah: Why you got to be so brutal, Salman? No wonder everyone wants to kill you.
She reminds me of Shayne, from Some Kind of Wonderful.
But there is an umistakeable Lily Taylor vibe, too.
But there is an umistakeable Lily Taylor vibe, too.
