Welcome to the seventeenth episode of the fifth GLORIOUS season of Glee, a children’s television series featuring costumed performers dressed as animal characters. This week’s episode swallowed and digested a series of crucial topics including seaweed soap, leotards, being punk, missing socks, Cialis, bra-sharing, tap-dancing, synchronized eating and underage driving. Everybody had THE BEST TIME and shared their graham crackers.
Don’t worry, there are no spoilers here. The first scene of the second season of Orange is the New Black is short and intriguing and funny and heartbreaking all at once. And it’s only a minute long so imagine how crazy good the new episodes are going to be. Creator Jenji Kohan has already warned us that things will get a lot darker. Check out the video below to catch up on how things are going for Piper Kerman (Taylor Schilling) following the events of the season one finale. Hint: Not well.
The joke goes like this:
Q: How do you make a gin and tonic?
That’s how easy it is to make a gin and tonic. It is, literally, gin… and tonic water. That’s it. It’s also a wonderful spring drink — it tastes like budding trees, blue skies and finally digging yourself out of what seemed like permanent snow (we see you winter — you were fucking cruel). The particular ease of this drink means it’s a great jumping off point for getting a little bit fancy without leveling up the difficulty.
Be Here Nowish is a comedy webseries by Natalia Leite and Alexandra Roxo about two sexually progressive New Yorkers who head to Los Angeles in search of a spiritual awakening. Episodes 1-7 have been up on their website for a while and episodes 8-10 came out today. Start binge watching now.
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Allow me, my dear queer diarists, to set the scene: institutional carpeting, crepe paper décor, and large bowls of Skittles on white plastic folding tables. “When You Say Nothing At All,” by Alison Krauss, plays from rented speakers as 150 slightly sweaty thirteen and fourteen-year-olds sway back and forth like exceptionally awkward algae in a gentle ocean current.
Jodie Foster is a very very private lady, so don’t be too sad that you weren’t notified until about two hours ago that she and her darling girlfriend Alexandra Hedison were officially married over the weekend. Did you know Alexandra Hedison was once on Melrose Place? Hey here’s a picture of Alexandra and Jodie having brunch last October.
I remember vividly that her name was Amanda because of the crushing wave of confusion that came with that knowledge. I was 8-years-old and at Girl Scout camp, so I don’t know why I thought she was a boy when I saw her across the mess hall. I couldn’t make the stirring in my gut go away once I knew she was a girl — a girl with short black hair and a confident walk and a smile that disrupted my child’s understanding of happiness. I channeled my butterflies into befriending her, and we spent the weekend playing sports and singing about the Princess Pat. I never saw her again.
But no one goes on dates anymore so who gives a shit? Listen, I like the word date. It points to something old-fashioned, super dreamy and evokes major swoons from my round brown belly.
I didn’t go on an actual date until I was 21 years old. This hard femme tropical storm puffed out her chest, shoulders straight back and with a super huge grin on her face, looked me in the eyes and said, “Hey, I want to do a thing with you. Will you do this thing with me, please?” The earth gave out under me as I answered, “OHMYGD, yes!” The difference between an intentional request for your presence and a vague text message about going to do a thing a lot of other people are going to too so it really doesn’t matter if you show up because the person who invited you will be surrounded by everyone they know, is huge — like Sabado Gigante huge. Ever since that first time, I’ve been a sucker for going on actual, bonafide, True Life: motherf*cking dates. They happen and will happen forever, fuck the internet. We can’t let the patriarchy and technology and the systematic oppression of all our souls steal the beautiful, simple joy of going on a date.
This gem of the South, nestled along the Southeastern coast, is truly a unique city. Also known as the Lowcountry, Charleston draws visitors from all over the world. From the southern cuisine and charm to pastel colored homes and beaches, we love every minute we spend in this city. Charleston was recently named “Top City in the United States” in the Conde Nast Traveler Reader’s Choice Awards. You go, Charleston! Grab a glass of ice cold sweet tea, and you’ll fit right in!
I have two cats and the only job they have is personal assistant — whenever we’re trying to do any work at all, they are squarely on whatever books or tools we need, helping. They are very helpful. But that’s not the kind of cat career I’m talking about—there are some cats with better jobs than I will ever purrrsonally have. Here are just a few of them.View On WordPress
This will be familiar territory for many of you (and that’s great!), but for anyone who isn’t as well-versed, let the learning begin!
Gender, while often used as a synonym for biological sex, is an entirely separate component of every human’s makeup. Even the scientific and medical communities recognize the differences between “sex” and “gender.” To quote the World Health Organization:
“’Sex’ refers to the biological and physiological characteristics that define men and women. ‘Gender’ refers to the socially constructed roles, behaviours, activities, and attributes that a given society considers appropriate for men and women.”
Hello, bunnies! I think spring is the most beautiful time of year for all kinds of little animals in real life and on the internet. If that bunny could talk, it’d say “Here’s the news we missed while I was looking at pictures of bunnies reading things!”