Why didn’t American Girl have these great books when I was growing up?
American Girl® Bookstore: A Smart Girl’s Guide to Friendship Troubles
This is going to be good. Never enough @MindyKaling. “THE MINDY PROJECT” - Trailer (by FoxBroadcasting)
Our real first gay president: James Buchanan (my fellow @DickinsonCol grad)
There can be no doubt that James Buchanan was gay, before, during and after his four years in the White House. Moreover, the nation knew it, too — he was not far into the closet.
“Jeopardy! Host Alex Trebek Was a Younger, Cooler Dick Clark” Yep, that’s Jeopardy! host Alex Trebek as a smooth, hip 23-year-old hosting a show called Music Hop in 1963 on the CBC in Canada. … This wouldn’t be shocking if it were, say, a young Pat Sajak or Bob Barker. But the difference between Alex Trebek and other game show hosts is that Trebek always comes off like he’s a wizard who somehow knows the answer to every single question on every subject. When a contestant gets one wrong, he doesn’t look down and read it off the card; he makes sympathetic eye contact with the loser and says, “Ooh, I’m sorry, the Council of Pereiaslav treaty was of course signed in 1654, not 1655.” And he has this look on his face like “I know you’re kicking yourself for missing that one, we all have our moments of intellectual weakness.” So it’s easy to assume he came out of academia somewhere, a genius with unfathomable encyclopedic knowledge who was chosen as the only man smart enough to host a quiz show where he routinely talks down to Ph.D.s like they’re kindergarteners. But, no, he’s just a TV guy, one who didn’t hesitate to use his smooth TV hosting gig to charm the ladies. (via 14 Photographs That Shatter Your Image of Famous People | Cracked.com)
I like to think that this wasn’t a mistake. I like to think “shit yourself” is their diet advice for bikini season.
DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?
NO, I’M JUST GOING TO GO HOME AND FILL MY SOCIAL MEDIA OUTLETS WITH DEPRESSING NON-SEQUITIRS AND DISJOINTED QUERIES THAT ARE OBVIOUSLY INTENDED FOR SOMEONE SPECIFIC INSTEAD OF CALLING THAT INDIVIDUAL OR SENDING THEM AN EMAIL, FORCING MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY TO ASK ME WHAT’S WRONG WHILE I JUST GO “NOTHING, I’M FINE” AND CONTINUE TO POST AN ENDLESS STREAM OF SKYLINE PHOTOGRAPHY AND NATURE PANORAMAS WITH SEVENTH GRADE POETRY TEXT ON TOP. OH, AND RAINDROPS ON WINDOWPANES. CAN’T FORGET THAT.
YEAH, BUT I ALREADY KNOW YOU AND KEITH BROKE UP. WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT IT.
NO. I HAVE TO GET TO TUMBLR.
Just say no to being passive aggressive and emo on social media.
