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Dog vs. Baby in Crying Showdown [VIDEO]

August 4th, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

I’m no dog whisperer, but I’m pretty sure the dog in this video is saying to the baby,”Bitch, please, you think you got problems? Try having a motherfucking cone around your head. FML.”

[via Japan Probe]

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A Most Unfortunate Eliminasian (*Spoiler Alert* for RuPaul’s Drag Race)

March 3rd, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONONONONO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[breathes]


OMG WTF OMG WTF OMG WTF OMG WTF NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT’S NOT RIGHT, IT’S NOT FAIR!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ONGINA CANNOT GO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE DON’T GO, DON’T GOOOO AWAY! I’M BEGGIN’ YOU TO STAY! PLEASE DON’T GO!

RUPAUL MADE A MISTAKE! SHE DIDN’T WANT BEAUTIFUL ONGINA TO SASHAY, AWAY! SHE CAN’T BE ELIMINATED, SHE CAN’T! SHE IZ ZE GREATEST QUEEN OF THE CENTURY!!! SHE DONATED HER ENTIRE $25k VIVA GLAM PRIZE TO THE HARVEY MILK SCHOOL! SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL POWER GAYSIAN! SHE IS MY FRIEND (IN MY MIND)!

[inhales staccoto, sob-crippled breaths]

There is no fucking way that anybody named Rebecca Glasscock outlasted the beautiful, magical Ongina. No way. Life is so unfair. SO UNFAIR!

[breathes]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONONONONO NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

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Oh, the Humiliasian

June 3rd, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana


Breakups are brutal. They are life-sucking, undignified, whirlpools of emotional defeat that are almost sickening to endure. I’ve spent the aftermath of a big split crying for two weeks in the shower, only leaving the house to feel like I was being punched every time I looked at (or slept with) another male human, picking up the guitar with only one purpose: to write sad songs, slashing my hair, blowing obscene amounts of money on new clothes, drinking obscene amounts of alcohol. You feel disgusting, you look disgusting, you might even smell disgusting. No person should go through this painful period in public. It’s not right! It’s not fair.

Worse, no girl should have to follow up an unceremonious dumping by reading the play-by-play in the news. Breakups are not news. Breakups are bullshit.

So let’s agree to go easy on poor, newly-single Sarah Larson. Let’s be on her team. This is the kind of public shame that no one should have to go through alone.

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Heart Abrasian Day

January 29th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana

When I was growing up, one of the first lessons learned from my parents and sisters was not to cry at school. I believe it had something to do with survival amongst my milk-fed classmates and never letting them see me vulnerable. If you fell and skinned your knee, you sure as hell didn’t let your eyes well up. Were somebody to call you an awful name, you’d be sure to let not a tear touch your cheek.

The real bummer when it came to the “no crying” thing was that even in dire straits, you also didn’t have the option of excusing yourself. If you got in an emotional fight and then ran away from the playground, you would be giving up your territory. If you left school to go home simply because you got twelve stitches in your hand, you might appear weak. So, what to do? Don’t cry, don’t be sad.

This mentality worked rather well for most of my life. But there have been cracks in the system–I busted myself all sniffly and drippy during an emotional reality show moment three months ago and demanded an answer from my boyfriend: “WHAT ARE THESE WET THINGS ON MY FACE?” Wisely, he shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to take the blame for “spreading the disease” of tears. But, I insisted, I would never do this kind of blubbering out in public or Jesus, in front of my family, never.

But a month ago, as I sat rolling along in my mom’s black luxury sedan with my dad riding shotgun and one sister in my side, I found myself sobbing, trying to explain to them how the recent, tragic and sudden death of my other sister’s baby dog occurred. Instinctively, I found myself trying to hold in the heaves until I realized that everyone else in the car was crying, too. And both of my parents leaned over to me and said quietly, “It’s so sad. It’ll be okay.”

They’ve come around. It’s possible.

Which is why I was so delighted to see reports that an actual company in Japan has offered to their employees days off for personal relationship-grieving. That is, a person can take a day off to nurse the wounds of a bad breakup–which seems about right, especially because people tend to look like shit after throwing wine glasses at their boyfriend until 3am.

But what really surprises and gives me hope is the idea that maybe all of us come around eventually. Maybe we all just need to be reminded that sometimes, when your heart hurts, it’s okay to cry.

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Kid Nasian: A Gold Star Is Born

December 11th, 2007 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

I suppose it’s sorta pervy to admit that I have a crush on Alex, the half-Asian nine year-old with one tooth from Kid Nation, possibly the worst reality show of all time (there’s no explanation as to why I keep watching, except that I experience some kind of catharsis at the end of every episode, when I wind up crying along with all the child contestants at those wretched town hall meetings).

But I love everything about Alex. Like the tooth. And those photochromic glasses he wears that switch from dark to clear depending on the outside light, a style of eyewear I thought had fallen into complete obsolescence. And that he knows how to identify a femur bone, as he did last episode when he stumbled upon a cow carcass.

Also during that episode, not-so-bright Council Leader Greg called Alex “one of the smartest persons” in the fake town of Bonanza City and awarded the one-toothed wonder the $20,000 gold star prize. Alex squealed with delight and described the award as “a paradox.” Then he had to explain to the other little dummies what that meant. “A paradox…is where something is and yet not is at the same time,” he said.

In ten years, this little dude will be a total catch and probably have come up with a renewable energy plan to save the planet (Al Gore is his hero). And even though all of his teeth will have grown in by then, I imagine he won’t be any less adorable.

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