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.