Monthly Archives: February 2014

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Gods


The god of the cannibals will be a cannibal, of the crusaders a crusader, and of the merchants a merchant.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Don’t Worry


SB 1089: All cakes in AZ must now look like this. Or be penis-shaped, and must impinge upon every religious liberty known to man.

bakery post_rainbow cake 2014-02-28

Atheists will bake Westboro Cakes, Jews will bake Nazi Cakes, and Black Bakeries will be the only ones baking the cakes for White Supremacists & the KKK. ‪#‎GetReal‬

Don’t worry, today AZ, tomorrow KS, SD, TN, GA, et al… (too many to list really)

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House of Cards


I’m just going to say it – because no one has. ‪#‎HouseOfCards‬ is not as good this season. This table lost two of its best legs and is quite lopsided. These “replacements” are both not getting the same storylines or best performances. I’m only half way through, but apparently they thought this was the Kevin Spacey/Robin Wright show & didn’t really need to flesh it out any further. That is a sad thing.

— DAKrólak

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Funniest Thing I’ve read in forever


Stuck in a New York Fashion Week elevator with Andre Leon Talley

Andre Leon Talley draped in Furs

His Royal Highness

Making a sharp exit after a fashion show is key when you’re crazy storeys up in a high-rise building. The queues for the lift take what feels like a lifetime when you’re rushing to the next show across town. So getting into the very first lift down after the Oscar de la Renta show on the 25th floor of 11 West 42nd Street was a massive score.

Ten smug fashion editors – the notoriously outspoken former editor-at-large of American Vogue Andre Leon Talley, WSJ’s Meenal Mistry and Paula Knight, Le Figaro’s Godfrey Deeny, editorialist.com’se Davidson Hudson, the Telegraph Magazine’s Daniela Agnelli and me (and three more I have yet to identify), plus Jim the elevator man – were on their way. Or not, as became evident when the lift jerked to a standstill around the second floor.

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It’s Lit, you want some?


Now, I mighta been chill earlier. But:

Dear Little Baby Queen,

When I sigh LOUD & AUDIBLY behind you and your 2 girlfriends it is not because you are “walking too slow” but because of your impudence of walking astride instead of single file, like you knew what it was about. Saying ‘if I didn’t like it I could walk on the other half of the sidewalk’ which was a sheet of ice was *cute* —you thought.

Yeah, so I noticed when I shot back FULL-THOATED—you let your girl friend do the turning around. What happened to your little smart ass? Get scurrred?

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Dear Humanity:


I’ll take my merit badge now.

Yes, running the gauntlet of the grocery store filled with geriatrics for SENIOR DISCOUNT DAY as it coincides with SNOWPOCALYPITCALMAGEDDONADO wutchamacallit and not busting a cap in someone’s ass or breaking a crumudgeony old person’s hip is feat worthy of note and recognition.

Achievement Unlocked: Fucking Savage

Well, Almost.

Not Nobel Worthy, certainly. But just mail me something nice.

KThanksBai: DAKrólak