Lucy Liu for The Edit (May 2013)
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What’s that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, because this shit, y’all, can we not.
- There are words for people that look 100% perfect 100% of the time and those words are “a picture” or “a statue” or “a RealDoll.” Live action human people sleep and shower and shit, bleed on their favorite shirts, get violent stomach flus, wake up sometimes looking like creatures from the black lagoon! Accidentally get caught in rainstorms and have to walk around looking half-drowned for the rest of the day! Don’t notice they’ve got food on their face for hours on end! If you’re ever thinking to yourself, “That person has a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” or, in fact, “I have a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” don’t worry, that thought is totally wrong, because “being utterly physically perfect in every way always” and “being alive” are mutually exclusive. NEITHER CAN THING WHILE THE OTHER ETC.
- If the distilled-down theory here is “Only people who look one specific way — you know, like the people in TV and movies — are attractive and everyone else will be alone forever,” then lemme tell you what, there is a handy way to fact check that. It is called “Getting up and going to any populated location anywhere,” and here is what you will discover: regular-ass looking people who are holding hands or kissing or otherwise spending romantic time with each other. Married regular-ass looking people! Regular-ass looking people who’ve had at least enough sex to produce a couple of regular-ass looking kids! This is reality. Average looking people of average size and weight are the average; that’s what that means. Let this one go. (Other things you can find in television/movies that aren’t remotely in touch with reality: time travel! Space aliens! Versions of New York City where everyone is white! Glenn Beck! Seriously, stop trusting your worldviews to these constructs, you are putting them in terrible hands.)
- PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS TO BE FED UP OF GUYS SAYING “ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL”: because it’s sort of like saying “girls are valuable because they’re beautiful but not for any other reason” and that is the ideological equivalent of that jar of pickles that everyone has in their fridge that they sort of think they must have bought recently but is in fact from some horrifyingly long time ago, like 1987, and what it’s actually full of is hideously rotten poisonous garbage; because it’s not actually true, ugly people exist, it’s okay, people’s physical looks are not an indicator of their value; because in my experience saying “all girls are beautiful” pretty much always makes dudes seem like odious drippy sycophantic douchecanoes who reach into their buckets o’ platitudes — an unnecessary and vaguely embarrassing thing to say for all occasions! — at every turn, and that’s a bummer.
- I’m not a dude, but I do when the opportunity presents itself fuck ladies, and I have no idea which girl I’d pick in this example! That’s because this example takes two conceptual girlbodies with no personality features and pits them against each other in a contest that is in fact nonsensical, since attraction is a thing with layers and emotions and stuff involved, and you couldn’t so much as decide on lunch this way, with only topical descriptions and no discussion of what was within. Seriously, I’ll show you: you have a choice between two sandwiches, and one of them is small and square and highly stacked with a red toothpick in the middle, and the other is big and wide and cut into triangles with a green toothpick holding it together. Which are you going to pick? Exactly.
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wine slushy! HOW COULD THAT GO WRONG
PROBLEM: I TOOK TOO LONG TO REALIZE AND I HAVE AN EARLY THING TOMORROW, WINE SLUSHIE WOULD BE A BAD CHOICE
semi-related, i think i remembered/rescued it like riiiiiiiight as it pulled up to the edge of full-tilt explosion city, population: my freezer. i think this because it creaks ominously whenever i get near it. wine slushie < sparing myself the experience of having a wine bottle explode in my hand while i try to get wine slushie out of it, awesome though i suspect wine slushie would be.
mostly not related, WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE WE PLAYED THIS GAME CALLED WINE SPINS, which i may have blogged about before, i don’t know, it escapes me, the first rule of wine spins is that it’s usually pretty hard to remember anything you’ve ever done involving wine spins. but how this game works is that you take the sack ‘o wine that lives inside of boxed wine boxes and you set it free, you let it live the life it was meant to live, and you hand it to a friend as you, yourself, sit down in a spinning chair. and then that friend holds the bag over your head as you put the spigot in your mouth, twists it to the on position, and runs around the chair with you as another friend spins you in the chair and you drink until you can no longer drink, at which point you slap the bag for “stop” and take your position as one of the helper friends until your turn comes up again. (unless you’re the puker; then you puke. somebody always pukes, that is a truth of the wine spin.)
the takeaway from this story is: don’t drink wine like me, kids. no matter how you slice it, it is not my forte.
can shia labeouf do a guest spot on hannibal
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that awkward moment when youtube freezes

on a perfect summary of absolutely everything
You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing
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