PREACH IT.

You’ll all be proud to know my trivia team won Best Team Name last night as Team “What About the Stuff That Gets Up Around the Sides of Condoms?”

Best part: no one in the bar had seen Girls.

paulscheer:

One of the 1st!

BreakingGifs.com

BREAKINGGIFS.COM

someone get this man a pell grant

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For those of you curious about the Schwimmer’s 10.0: link.

imwithkanye:

Oscar winner: The Dean!

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David Lynch’s Blue Velvetine’s Day at UCB East.

Coming to Valentine’s Day near you.

Happy Gossip Girl Day!

Raise your hand if you think M Blooms just wants to cameo as Serena’s new love interest. Stupider things have happened…

"I’m sorry, but it’s just completely impossible that Serena could have gotten into my mom’s closet and stolen her Halloween sweater from 1985. Minus 1."

—Intel Jessica, proving once again the NYMag Gossip Girl Recap is the only reason to watch Gossip Girl. Who am I kidding, you don’t need to watch.

wizardspaw:

theheftyhideaway:

FIGHT IT, FIGHT IT, FIGHT IT!

i love when they both start humping each other. problem solved.

more jerri gifs please

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Saw this postcard at the PS1 gift shop today. First thought: Barbara Kruger is a Party Down fan? 

I might need to lay off the television for a while…

newsweek:

imwithkanye:

Attention NYC-based Bored To Death fans: Get yourself to the bar. [Location] [Via]

It is we, fans of Bored to Death, who should be buying you the drinks Mr. Ames.

see you there.

Grudge Lust

thenewinquiry:

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A certain amount of hate is good for you

by Elizabeth Greenwood

I can’t remember the specifics of school years, but I can always remember my enemies. Colleen Shea, blonde, “pretty,” and popular, bore the title in elementary school. She of Worcester, Massachusetts stock — thin lips and pink skin, a nurse mother and firefighter father, CCD classes after school, and Friday night slumber parties to which I was not invited — Colleen sealed my fate as forever foreign, forever the weird new kid from Virginia with a single mom and funny accent. In math, while the class labored over improper fractions, I channeled all my frustration toward her, in her stupid overalls and tacky gelled bangs. Disgusting.

In high school, it was Alexis Lazaros, little Miss Perfect always vying to usurp my seat as the top history student in Mr. Khoury’s Advanced Placement class. I couldn’t stand her because she had no style to her history. She was technical, like a Chinese gymnast, simply memorizing the textbook for key names and dates without reveling in the humor of characters with nicknames like Preston “Bully” Brooks or Martin Van Buren, the Red Fox of Kinderhook. One of the most victorious moments of my life was when I defeated her in a game of American history Jeopardy! We went head to head for a dozen rounds after the rest of the class got knocked out. I still remember my winning answer: the Grimké sisters. I was full of bombast back then, and I probably told her to her face that she was my nemesis, which I realize, in hindsight, made me look insane.

Sometimes, especially in arduous and boring times, like a long flight or a dull class, I will pick someone out of a crowd to be my nemesis. My nemeses need not have harmed me, per se, but she or he will be selected for some ghastly, unforgivable trait. There was the Unquiet Canadian, a college-age fellow who, on a three-day boat trip down the Mekong River, barked his strange political analysis in my ear while trying to impress a girl. (He did pose the best rhetorical question I have ever heard: “Do you know the rape and molestation statistics of Canada?”). And of course, there are ubiquitous nemeses that follow one through life: the ex-girlfriends of current boyfriends, the man who sits with his legs splayed on the subway, the amateur connoisseur loudly explaining the art exhibit. Such nemeses are not a waste of energy or a repository of petty injuries. Rather, they give daily life a purpose. Like love, hate makes us remember that we are alive — but presents itself far more frequently. Today, we hear “hatred” and flinch, immediately associating the word with jihad or the KKK. But nemeses help us define and articulate our values. Hating helps us define what we are not.

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this girl gets me. although i worry that my pursuit of a nemesis is less a means of self definition and more a product of thinking about people in my life like characters in a movie. <insert abed gif here> 

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