
These guys are totally hot in a “we’re not 12” sort of way. I dig it. If only they would DANCE. For THE LOVE OF GOD, if you’re going to be in a boy band and not play instruments, give us some fucking dance moves. That’s all we ask.
Happy Friday bitches!!! Have a fun weekend spending reasonably, only because we are economically forced to.
PS: Why aren’t all the new boy bands dancing like NSYNC used to? New Kids on the Block even danced the shit out of their sets. I refuse to pay attention to One Direction or The Wanted until I see some dance moves or at least full frontal. Those are the conditions. Take it or leave it, boy band HACKS.
#salty

Something to tickle your fancy while we wait in agony for the new movie and season of Arrested Development.

I always thought the lyrics were “I walked a hundred miles in Tubekistan” which makes the song way different than the actual lyrics “tobacco skin”. Such a pretty song from our compilation O.C. soundtracks. And now that you’re thinking of the O.C., you’re totally singing “Californiaaaaa. CalifornIIIIAAAAA!!!!!!!” And if you weren’t, you are now. You’re welcome.
“Some of it was versions of things that happened to me and things that happened to my friends. I did once drink a tea made of opium pods,” Dunham said, referencing a plot line in the first episode. “It was the most pathetic attempt at a drug experience that anyone in their early 20s has undertaken.” Lena Dunham rocks and this show is gonna be amazing.
Girls: Its sex and New York city for new generation | Reuters.
Where’s that reality show, MTV? Let’s inspire the youth of the nation, instead of making them believe if they’re sixteen a pregz they can get a tv show and make money off being an F-list celebrity magazine star.
Check out this video of Tavi Gevinson giving a TED Talk on “figuring it all out” as a teen girl.
What a smart, cool kid. These websites, thestylerookie.com and RookieMag.com, are awesome and makes me jealous they weren’t around when I was a teen. Being a teen sucks, but having a place other than the regular psychotic teen mags (Seventeen, Cosmo, etc) to read about growing up and “figuring it out” is pretty rad.


I never hear people talking about strawberry pie. Well, I’m here to tell you it’s awesome. Dab a little whipped cream on top of that baby and you’ve got yourself an awesome dessert. For Easter, my ma made a strawberry pie with jello that is a little different than straight up strawberry sauce and maybe a bit lighter as well. Here’s a recipe if you’re feeling pie-happy.
I love celebrity stalkers. As I sit here trying to define what a stalker really is, I land on this:
Thanks, internet, you punk.
Anyways, Alec Baldwin has a French-Canadian actress stalking him. My first though was “what a strange nationality to be a stalker.” Normally it’s some hairy person from New Jersey or an astronaut lady wearing a diaper so she can drive cross country without stopping. How does one go from “Hello, nice to meet you” to “I’m getting a restraining order. You’ve gone through my trash for a week now. I’m calling the police.“?

Stalkers can come in four flavors: Rejected Stalker, Resentful Stalker, Intimacy Seeker, Incompetent Suitor and Predatory. If had to choose a stalker, I’d choose Rejected. They’re the ones like an ex-husband that won’t leave you alone, as opposed to Predatory where they’ll probably cut your face off and try it on in the mirror.
I realize stalkers are no joke. However, I find it hilarious that people actually stalk. It’s more like just sheer determination to not take very obvious hints. I’m sure they don’t think they’re being a stalker, otherwise they probably wouldn’t do it if they had that realization.
I’d chalk it up to “pretty famous” as the reason for your stalker, Alec. It happens to the best of ’em. I too hope that one day I have a harmless stalker. That means you’ve really made it.