If Stanley Tucci Were Your Boyfriend, you would own a good cheese knife. Nothing pretentious. You wouldn’t need a whole set. Just one. But it would be perfect, and you would never have trouble sliding Camembert pieces off of it. You would be the kind of person who invests in small, good, useful things. You would treat yourself with compassion, and you would never eat Cheetos in the shower.
Jazmine Hughes investigates How Many White People Does It Take To Ruin a Good Joke? White folks tend to punch sideways–especially cis white dude comedians–because they’re the epitome of privilege.
What the Hell is Mortdecai? Y’all, this is the funniest fucking review I’ve ever read. It is bookmarked so I can read it when I feel sad or disturbed or in any way upset.
If you somehow missed this excellent profile of the Broad City badasses, rectify that immediately.
“The top secret missive came from deep within the Arcade Fire camp — we’re bobbleheading tonight. We need an extra bobblehead. Are you ready, willing, and able to assist in the case of bobbleheading?”
Broad City is one of those unexpected yet universally beloved shows. If you’ve seen any or all of the episodes, you’ll have noticed that, as Petersen points out, Broad City has a lot in common with dude-centric tropes (pot! casual sex! etc.) and this places it in a category of women performing transgressive comedy (see: Gilda, Lena, Lucille). Spoiler alert: It’s awesome. And important for Feminism.
God, I love The Toast. It might be the One True Website for up-and-coming writers/lady power/funny everything. I tangent. The omnihilarious Mallory Ortberg explores the possibility that Ron is Dumbledore and Dumbledore is Ron BECAUSE TIME TRAVEL. (Read “The Secret Ronbledore Pages” here.)