Are you following this Kennesaw State thing? It’s not great. And I cannot imagine, in a BILLION years, the adviser calling the cops because a white female student insisted on sitting quietly in her waiting room. Stop calling the cops over nothing! People are getting KILLED over nonsense like this.
Not only is Anna Holmes great on shade, it does my heart good to think about how many angry New York Times readers are probably clutching their pearls over it appearing in their august paper:
On March 6, 2014, Aretha Franklin paid a visit to the White House for a special event celebrating “women of soul.” Dressed in a brown fur coat, a sequined black dress and a large, glittery pendant, she strode through a dark red door into the East Room, waving regally at a line of well-wishers who stood to applaud her. Among them was another diva, Patti LaBelle, who reached out to grab Franklin’s hand. With a small, swooping motion, Franklin twisted her body away from LaBelle, evading her greeting, and continued walking. She hardly missed a beat.
More on the Chicago black sites the cops are running. Not great! Some pretty horrific sexual assault, as well as just generally deeply illegal behavior:
Young OG, a black man in his 30s, was picked up by masked police, guns drawn, after he stopped at a gas station with a friend in late 2013 for cigarettes. It was mid-morning and Young OG was confused over whether he was getting robbed or stopped by police.
“It was a real-life kidnapping,” he said.
At Homan Square, police kept Young OG confined with a twist tie on his right wrist, “another twist tie through that twist tie to the bar”, he said. Young OG was kept, he said, in an office-like space – he saw a desk nearby – without furniture, causing him to sit on a dirty floor and lay on his hooded sweatshirt, his body aching. He was not fed, not booked, not permitted a lawyer and afforded one brief bathroom break.
I am glad Rob Lowe admits to using at LEAST an under-eye serum:
How I start my mornings: I start my morning with as much caffeine as I can get into my body. If I could do it through an IV, I would. Then it’s face wash, water splash. I use my under-eye serum, which is anti-aging and depuffing. I literally carry this everywhere. If I don’t have enough time to do the full regimen, I just do this and I’m off.
We are very pro-Yoko here at The Toast:
One evening about ten years ago, when I was working at a summer camp in Washington, D.C., I took some kids to the Hirshhorn Museum’s sculpture garden, where one of Yoko Ono’s Wish Trees was on view. Meant to evoke the Japanese prayer trees Ono saw in her youth, these installations instruct the viewer to anonymously write down a wish on a piece of paper and hang it on the tree. I can remember a hell-raising boy camper — earlier in the week he’d sneaked away from the group and blown almost all of his two-week allowance on cigars — reading the placard aloud in a sarcastic tone: “When the tree is full, Yoko will collect the wishes and bury them herself at the base of the Imagine Peace Tower on Videy Island in Iceland.” He cackled. I watched him pick up a pencil, scribble down his wish, and hang it on a branch of dogwood. It said: “I wish Yoko Ono hadn’t broken up the Beatles.”
I agreed with Tyler, and then I saw the whiny responses he was getting on Twitter about it from people who INSIST that one can only appreciate Great Cinema in a movie theater, and now I agree with him so strongly it causes me physical discomfort.
Bryan Batt says goodbye to Sal Romano:
Mad Men was built on camaraderie. When I filmed my first meaty scene in season one, where Paul Keeley’s Belle Jolie salesman attempts to cajole my character, Salvatore Romano, into going to his hotel room, to be honest, I was a little bit nervous… up until that episode my role sort of consisted of a quip here and an arch look there. On that shoot, Aaron Staton, Vinnie Kartheiser, Rich Sommer, and Michael Gladis all showed up on set for moral support. And then Janie Bryant, the costume designer, who I bonded with over a love for New Orleans, outfitted me in a vest with a little embroidered fleur-de-lis on it. Afterward, Matt called to tell me he thought the scene was fantastic. People don’t need to do stuff like that.
They did on this show.
I FUCKIN LOVE TABATAAAAAS:
I have gotten way, way more completely bananas comments, but I think it is time to put them into the Cone of Silence they deserve. Suffice it to say: they’re pretty incredible. ohhhhhkay just one:
