We just received this tip from feminist writer/sex columnist Tristan Taormino, who was at Manhattan's City Hall this morning and spotted Alec Baldwin and fiancee Hilaria Thomas at the Clerk's office. What a town!:
This is "Mexican Drug Blood," a new regular feature on the deadly Mexican drug wars.
Neil Munro, a reporter for Tucker Carlson's after-school project website the Daily Caller, repeatedly interrupted President Obama's statements on his new immigration policy at the Rose Garden today. For his efforts, we can now crown him the biggest asshat in Washington, D.C. (during this particular hour).
ABC reports that Lindsay Lohan, currently filming Liz & Dick on location in Marina del Rey, Calif., was found unconscious in her penthouse room at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel and was rushed to the hospital. Paramedics were reportedly called at 10:15 a.m. Pacific time.
Don Rickles caused the world's mildest racial flame war last week when he made an old black joke about President Obama at the AFI's tribute to Shirley MacLaine, because nothing goes together like old clips from Madame Sousatzka and racial jokes. Now, here is the offending quip:
Even after a week, in a culture so wealth-besotted as ours, nobody's managed to write something as singularly privileged and self-pitying as Sally Quinn's Washington Post "announcement" about "the end of power in Washington."
Iggy Azalea almost wasn't Internet-famous. Last summer, the native Australian was living in Los Angeles, and after what was supposed to be two weeks in Miami at age 16 had turned into five years spent in four cities throughout the states, she was down to the last of her savings. She had one shot left, and so she used that money to film the music video for "PU$$Y," a song off her first mixtape.
Last week we brought you the story of how a group of online detectives uncovered an elaborate internet cancer hoax that lasted for 11 years. But as they worked to get to the bottom of one hoax, an even more twisted one was right in their midst: now it's been revealed that one of the people involved in the investigation was a woman posing as a teenage boy to prey on an underaged girl.
When Jay-Z and Kanye West released Watch the Throne last year, they did so, at least in part, to glorify things. Thing-glorification is a pursuit with a rich and not wholly invalid history in mainstream rap music. And from its opulent golden cover to its braggadocio about cars, clothes, jewelry, and women, Watch the Throne makes sense in the way that Paula Deen using whole tubs of butter makes sense—Jay-Z and Kanye West are rich men who like to revel in rich things.
Even though Lindsay Lohan is currently shooting both Liz and Dick and Lady In A Porsche Smushed Against An 18-Wheeler simultaneously, novelist Bret Easton Ellis announced last night that she has also won a part in the forthcoming film he wrote The Canyons, which is not a about large chasms in the earth created by running water. Lohan will star with America's current male porn person of note, James Deen, and be required to do things and have things done to her simulating real live humping, like this, says the The Daily Mail:
Yesterday, blogger and family therapist Josh Weed published a 6,000-word post on his personal site that he'd co-written with his wife of 10 years. In the post, Weed came out publicly for the first time. Still, he explained, he is a "devout and believing Mormon" who has been "very happily married to a woman" for a decade, and he and his wife plan to remain together. Here is a condensed and edited excerpt from his post. Weed will also be joining us in the discussion to answer your questions.
Sorry, everyone, but you'll never escape this song this summer, so you might as well force yourself to watch every single goddamn daily cover released of Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe," because at least it changes things up a bit.
On Tuesday night, MSNBC sent Ed Schultz to cover the Wisconsin gubernatorial recall election on the ground. Maybe the fact that he was on the radio in the Dakotas was "close enough." Maybe he volunteered. Maybe if you squint he sort of looks like a sausage in a JoS. A. Bank casing.
Last week, the New York Times ran a 5,000-word article on the Obama administration's "secret" drone assassination program that might as well have been accompanied by the cheery clip art that comes with brochures on STDs from the free clinic.
John Carter, the instantly infamous Disney bomb and possible co-assassin of Taylor Kitsch's career, sees its home-video release this week. It's kind of worth checking out just for the disastrous spectacle of it all, but if you're busy and don't want to watch two-plus hours of a multi-pronged civil war on Mars (aka Barsoom), which a white man crashes and then out-indigenouses the indigenous people, I've distilled everything you need to know about it. The video above is every instance of people saying the titular character's name throughout the film. They say it a lot. It's branding gone bad.
Ray Bradbury, the celebrated science fiction author who wrote Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles, is dead at 91. io9's Meredith Woerner broke the news this morning after speaking to members of his family and has the full report. [io9]
On the evening of May 13, Mother's Day, a Canadian woman named Dana Dirr was hit head-on while driving to the Saskatchewan hospital where she worked as a trauma surgeon. She was 35 weeks pregnant, but determined to work until the moment she gave birth. The morning after the crash, her husband John ("J.S.") Dirr posted a note on Warrior Eli, a Facebook page the Dirrs had created to document their 5-year-old son Eli's battle with cancer: "Last night at 12:02am I lost the love of my life," J.S. wrote. "I lost my wife, the mother of my children, and my best friend." Miraculously, Dana had held on in the hospital just long enough to have her baby—a daughter, and the Dirr's eleventh child.
In effort to free up the longtime staff writers from a daily content quota and give them more breathing room, we instilled the whole traffic-whore model for about a month with varying results. The ultimate goal of this exercise was to show how, often times, the stories thought to be guaranteed traffic-drivers never materialized and how some of the longer stories outperformed them. The message: good is good, and you don't have to anchor your success to the oftentimes flukey nature of internet readers' tastes.
The last thing I wanted to do on Memorial Day was think about soldiers. As Chris Hayes discovered, there are no good outcomes to examining American soldiery with more than one opinion: Awesome!
Arthel "Doc" Watson, the legendary (and blind) American folk guitarist and songwriter, died in a hospital in Winston-Salem, N.C., on Tuesday. He was 89 years old.
