Azealia Banks may not have many defenders these days. Since arriving onto the scene at age 17, she’s burnt a few, many, most bridges in her young but incendiary career.
Whenever Anderson Cooper is wearing glasses, you know he’s about to have a very serious discussion about politics.
Commercials for prescription laxatives to treat prescription opiate-induced constipation are the equivalent of Little Debbie including insulin shots with her zebra cakes.
I’ll bet that PBS has a very low viewership among Trump supporters.
The second season of Serial podcast gave the second season of True Detective a run for its money in terms of which can suck more.
You know, a pinch of microcephaly might have done Rihanna a lot of good.
Anyone who says “the exception that proves the rule” doesn’t have the slightest understanding of how science works.
HLN needs to find another sexy murderer—I’m beginning to tire of my Jodi Arias and Casey Anthony sex fantasies.
Ever wondered how your next door neighbor has more Twitter followers than Rihanna? The answer is quite simple, really: In the truest of American spirits, they bought them.
This has been a great year so far, not the least because Chris Brown and Rihanna are back on speaking terms. The two have even gone so far as to retweet each other’s messages, which we all know is only half a step away from fucking in public. It’s good to see them finally moving past the ugliness of the 2009 Grammy’s night, and by “ugliness” I don’t refer to pussy rock’s perennial all-star Coldplay’s grammy for best rock album.