One could make the argument (quite easily, in fact) that White America needs an education on the history of racism in this country, as well as the role oppression has played in our country’s history. That said, there’s a right way to teach that history, and there’s a wrong way. Strapped to a chair Clockwork Orange-style and forced to watch the nine-hour miniseries Roots falls in the second camp. Must Read

If lawyers were the scourge of the professional class in the 1990s, landlords certainly own that title now. I mean, have you ever met a…

Here’s something that’s sure to blow your mind: It’s not just incels who feel that it’s their “inferior” looks and personality that makes them unfuckable. In the first piece from this week’s special issue on “Women of the Manosphere,” Isabelle Kohn documents the rise of female incels, aka “femcels,” who have begun surfacing on online forums for the involuntarily celibate with the same, ass-backwards worldview. It’s an intense ride.

Look, you’re free to vote for whomever you want (no really, it’s in the Constitution), but do you really want to vote for Mayo Pete? What’s his deal, anyway? He’s like what would happen if the Manchurian Candidate had a baby with Amazon’s Alexa. Does he ever actually say anything? I mean, I hear the words, but they don’t ever actually add up to anything that resembles how humans speak. Must Read

There really is nothing dumber than a Boomer trying to “act cool.” Er, let me try that again: There really is nothing dumber than a boomer politician trying to “act cool.” That’s actually the worst, and the 2020 primary season is setting up to be a doozy in the very…

How was your morning today? What’d ya do? Did you make yourself some coffee, go to the gym, maybe settle down on the toilet for your morning constitutional? That’s nice. What’d we do? Oh, nothing. Well, we did tweet this out:

You know that scene in Mean Girls where Amy Poehler as Regina George’s mom, Mrs. uh, George, declares herself a “cool mom” and pretends to be “girlfriends” with her daughter’s high-school aged friends and everyone is mortified?

I freely admit, I used to hate Guy Fieri with a fiery (see what I did there?) and inexplicable passion. I’m not sure, exactly, what my problem was with the bleach-tipped celebrity chef, but I’m pretty sure it mostly had to do with his appearance. …

I don’t have much for you today, other than to ask, do you want to read something truly, utterly bizarre, creepy and altogether impossible-sounding? Then do yourself a favor and check out this piece from Zaron Burnett III involving a shit-stained soup ladle, an incarcerated white supremacist, a giant dog from hell named Bane and, naturally, Kimberly Guilfoyle. Your head’s gonna spin. Must Read