@ru_ri like I know we're a Drake enthusiast blog but we may switch over to being Chris Rock stans in 2015, stay posted
Wait wait wait. Cooking dinner is basically like pulling a WHOLE OTHER SHIFT of work after the shift of work work you just finished. This defies possibility. Men continue to amaze.
I can't believe it! I thought only women were capable of using a stove, kind of like how only virgins can touch unicorns. Imagine my surprise when discovering that men can, and do, prepare food for themselves and their families! What an interesting new trend!
Why do I keep clicking on these lifestyle articles from NYT. Why.
@ru_ri black tea with milk [and sugar] is one of the most pleasing, warming, and comforting things in the world.
billy crystal's former face or like his face he has now that he is an old person?
the only thing i like about potatoes is they remind me of vin diesel's glorious head.
Jia. We <3 u.
Thank you for writing about everything you wanted to write about. Thank you for being intelligent and funny and not backing down when the occasional internet stranger tried to mess with you or the Hairpin. Thank you for helping to keep this place up as a little corner of the big, bad Internet where I could hide and laugh at things and not worry about what anyone thinks.
Speaking of which, hairpin/awl media, you should consider supporting https/SSL and, holy shit, you should definitely not send passwords in clear text like you're doing.
This breaks my heart so much.
By antilamentation on 42
As I read the essay, my eyebrows rose higher and higher towards my hairline, which is nearly 40.
"It's OK, eyebrows", I thought. "You are also nearly 40 and so fast approaching your prime."
I soothed them by stroking them with my two index fingers (also well on the way to desirability.) "I don't know who this Tom Junot fellow is, eyebrows, but we can rest assured that he desires us solely on the virtue of a bunch of projections and a crass generalisation of femme d'un certain age."
And then just like that, magically, both my middle fingers (so close to that magic age!) spontaneously rose up in tribute. They were really feeling that gravitas, you know? So much gravitas. And let's face it, as nearly 40-year-old middle fingers do, they just had to show it.
Hairpin, you're killing it these days! This was wonderful.