Probly the only time Gary Oldman and Snooki will be mentioned in the same place.

I've been at work for more than five hours - and I still have five hours to go - and it's killing me. Mondays + Daylight Savings Time = terrible. If I could sneak to my car and take a nap, that'd be tight.

Until then, I will comment on things that are meaningless to most of the world. It's all I know how to do.

1. I'll be honest, I've smirked a lot over Charlie Sheen's recent crazy (I'm not linking to anything regarding it because if you didn't already know about it I can't explain it to you in such a brief space). But I did get depressed after reading this essay on why Alice in Chains member Mike Starr, who recently died after a stint on "Celebrity Rehab," should give us more insight as to Sheen's bizarro antics. Sheen's an addict, so I shouldn't laugh at his behavior - no matter how many times he says "winning." But one of my favorite authors Bret Easton Ellis also points out that Sheen is giving us what we want out of celebrities, which is pretty depressing but also pretty accurate. Shame on us, yo.

2. I had to see "Red Riding Hood" last week (you should read my review if you didn't already), and the film underperformed at the box office, which is a welcome relief. (Sadly, so did "Mars Needs Moms," which I actually thought was pretty good.) Anyway, you don't have to sit through the awful of "Red Riding Hood" to get a peek at Gary Oldman's great purple-velvet-dress-cloak outfit from the film - and some other great Oldman outfits, counted down by io9.

Look at him filming "Red Riding Hood" - so damn purple!


And back during "Dracula" - so damn creepy!


And that fucking hair!


Seriously, the list is amazing, and so are Oldman's outfits. And they're often quite feminine, despite Oldman's grizzled old-manliness - the sign of a great actor! See him licking that blood off a recently used razor? Nauseating cinematic legend!

3. Arcade Fire releases a trailer of their 30-minute short-film, "Scenes from the Suburbs," which they worked on with Spike Jonze (who also collaborated with them on their video for the single "The Suburbs") and which (duh) shares the name of their Grammy-winning third album. Look, here's a clip! Supposedly the whole thing is coming to DVD eventually.



4. Things for Urban Outfitters, which is facing plummeting stock prices because of their poor profits recently, keep getting worse: the Associated Press is now suing the store for using an AP picture of President Obama, which freelance photographer Mannie Garcia took for the AP in 2006 ...


... (which artist Shepard Fairey then made into the "Hope" poster, which became pretty legendary) ...


... without their permission on T-shirts. AP already was in a legal wrangle with Fairey for using the image, so it's not surprising that Urban Outfitters would be next.

5. Lastly, and probably most depressingly, have now seen more of Snooki's body than I ever wanted to. Or, look for more photos here. I could make fun of her but honestly I just want to give her a better-fitting bikini bottom. Maybe not boyshorts? Anything that wouldn't create a wedgie would basically work, because the amount that my eyes hate me - and my sympathy for Snooki and the woes of overweight girls everywhere - are both now reaching optimum levels. BITCH YOU'RE RICH, BUY SOMETHING THAT FITS.

+ Photos courtesy of www.movieline.com, www.empireonline.com, media.sfx.co.uk, www.williscreative.com, www.doobybrain.com

Today's most offensive things.

Don't worry, there are a lot of them.

1. Diddy is worth more than any other rapper, which proves that the only thing needed to make a shitton of money is a. douchery and b. shitty rhymes. Seriously, have you listened to "Coming Home"? Because that song fucking sucks.



33 million hits? I hate people. So yeah, it blows that Diddy is lining his pockets with a cool $475 million while raping my eardrums (and I know that most of his money comes from his business ventures, but still). And how the fuck are Birdman and Dr. Dre each worth more than $100 million? Shouldn't Eminem be on this list, since he was one of the best-selling artists of the last decade, or is his exclusion further proof that rappers only make their money from their side ventures, not musical popularity? Blergh.

2. In other offensive movie news, the two films that are being made of Stephenie Meyer's last book in the "Twilight" series, "Breaking Dawn," will have a combined budget of about $263 million - and Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart and Taylor Lautner will each pocket a cool $25 million. I don't know if that's per film or combined, but STILL, gross - and even worse is that Summit expects the films to pull in more than $1 billion. You know, if "acting" in the "Twilight" movies just consists of squinting, staring and acting like a general fucking lovestruck idiot, I could totally do that.


I mean, don't you think that's all that photo of Stewart and Pattinson is? And I would only do it for a cool $1 million. Call me, Summit.

3. I don't know how I missed this, but apparently White House crasher/former D.C. Housewife Michaele Salahi was going to be on the upcoming season of VH1's "Celebrity Rehab" - until she got kicked off. Tareq Salahi is now saying he's going to sue the show for kicking off his wife because of her medical condition, multiple sclerosis. I'm still not entirely convinced she's sick, but I REMAIN CONVINCED that they are fucking worthless people who despite making great TV are actually soulless douchebags. It's never been confirmed by Bravo if "Real Housewives of D.C." will come back for another season, but at this point, that's the only thing the Salahis can really do, right?

4. In a serious blow to my childhood, the Troll dolls, which were way popular back in the '80s and early '90s, have been revamped - basically now as Bratz doll-looking sluts. See:


If you remember them, the Troll dolls were chubby and awkward and had terrible hair and were often naked and basically WERE ME ...


... so the fact that they've been redone to look like complete prostitutes to appeal to today's children makes me upset. What, are all little girls whores now? We can't play with ugly toys anymore? Are the Garbage Pail Kids next? THE HORROR.

+ Photos courtesy of entertainment.ezinemark.com, Amazon.com, decencyisnotaluxury.wordpress.com

Your craziness at a Spinal Tap 11. I need it at like, a two.

Dear M.I.A.,

I'm really going to need you to stop being such an uppity bitch. Like, seriously. Stop being so obnoxious about the article Lynn Hirschberg wrote about you in the New York Times. Here's my reasoning, OK:

First of all, at least the article about you wasn't as bad as the one Hirschberg wrote about Courtney Love, in which she basically insinuated that Love took heroin when she was pregnant with her daughter.

Secondly, how can you get pissed off for someone writing their opinion of you, when your entire image is based on your opinion of others? Like the time you told Nylon you think the CIA developed Google and Facebook. Bitch you are SO CRAZY.

And lastly, your dis track against Hirschberg, "I'm a Singer," sucks.



And this is coming from someone who loves your other new songs, "Born Free" and "XXXO," so get off your fucking high horse.

Love,

- Me, a fan who once paid for a T-shirt from your line. The one you're wearing in this picture, in fact:


Thankfully, I got it on sale, even though it didn't come with a complimentary Diplo. But if that's not devotion, nothing is.

+ Photos courtesy of Picaso

I still have hating Miley on lock. But now it's mixed with tears of nerdiness.

Uh, my heart is broken: Guillermo del Toro has quit as director of "The Hobbit" film adaptation, which was supposed to come out in 2012.

According to a statement posted online yesterday, del Toro said:

"In light of ongoing delays in the setting of a start date for filming ‘The Hobbit,’ I am faced with the hardest decision of my life. After nearly two years of living, breathing and designing a world as rich as Tolkien’s Middle Earth, I must, with great regret, take leave from helming these wonderful pictures."

Tears. Spasms of grief. Ever since del Toro, who I will forever love because of "Pan's Labyrinth" and "The Devil's Backbone" and yes, even "Blade II," signed on with "The Hobbit," I literally squealed with fangirl glee every time I thought about it. So ... my sadness is fairly high. Pathetically high, sure, but also FAIRLY HIGH.

You know, these pictures of del Toro and "Lord of the Rings" director Peter Jackson mean nothing now.



Where's my fucking Kleenex?! And my box set of "Lord of the Rings?" I now have something to do after this "Law and Order" marathon is over.

P.S. Don't worry, this sadness won't hamper my hatred of Miley Cyrus, especially when she dresses like this.


UGH. SOCIETY. WHY.

+ Photos courtesy of The Examiner, This Recording, US Magazine

I long for the day Kobe Bryant dies.

In light of the Phoenix Suns' heartbreaking loss tonight, there are no words for Kobe Bryant besides, "Fuck that guy."

To ease my pain, mainly because I harbor absurdly affectionate/romantic feelings toward Suns' players Steve Nash and Goran Dragic ...


... I'm going to consider buying dumb shoes. That's not an action I reserve just for horrible post-season losses, but it seems applicable at the moment.

High Sandal by Bernard Willhelm x Camper, $160


Tin Shoe by Jeffrey Campbell, $222

Yeah, those seem like an ugly enough reflection of my rage right now. Velcro and plated metal, it's how I do.

+ Photos courtesy of Opening Ceremony, Karmaloop, BleacherReport

I CRY TEARS.

SO disappointed today. For so many reasons.

1. David Boreanaz, who stole my heart by playing Angel on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" all those years ago, admits to cheating on his wife. That's him, looking dreamy.


I guess he gets points for honesty and for not allowing the situation to become Tiger Woods- or Jesse James-like? But ... he still cheated. IT'S BREAKING MY HEART.

2. Ashlee Simpson and Pete Wentz continue to look like total douches when attending the Kentucky Derby this weekend ...


... and while "hiking" in Los Angeles after returning from the race.


I put "hiking" in quotations because I fucking refuse to believe that these people exerted any kind of energy while wearing Converse sneakers and jeans, AND ALSO TEXTING. That's like, the most uncomfortable, illogical "hiking" situation ever, so disbelief, you are all up in my face right now.

3. NBC approves another show from J.J. Abrams. You may immediately think, "Hypocritical bitch, but you LOVE 'Lost'!" And yes, that's true. But I really don't like that this show sounds like a "Mr. and Mrs Smith" rip-off: "Undercovers, about a married couple of former spies lured out of retirement by the CIA," is how USA Today describes its premise. BOO. Do people not remember how lame "Felicity" was, which Abrams was also responsible for? Come on.

4. Some woman attacks people in a California Target, stabbing the fuck out of them for no reason. ALL I DO IS SHOP AT TARGET. THIS IS A HORRIBLE DEVELOPMENT FOR SOCIETY. Like, what was her motive? Pissed off at the low prices? Angry at the aisles and aisles of well-organized merchandise? UGHH.

5. Lastly, Kendall Jenner may be only 14 and only half Kardashian, but god, her wardrobe choices are really making me hate her already.


16-year-old Ali Lohan, you have met your dressing-far-too-old-for-her-age, on-the-road-to-crack match. FIGHT!

+ Photos courtesy of TIME, OMG! Yahoo

Defeat sucks.

So Maryland just lost this game against Michigan State, which is honestly causing me to weep profusely. Seriously, I have tears in my eyes. This is the dumbest display of emotion ever.

But other things that really shouldn't have shocked me this week include:

1. Urban Outfitters posted a record profit last year. Of course they did, they fucking have a direct line to my bank account. They're also launching a wedding line. Yet another reason for my boyfriend to never marry me.

2. Amber Rose has raging cellulite. Honestly, not a big eye-opener. More of a vomit-inducer.


3. Mark Wahlberg looks annoyingly good-looking in the trailer for "Date Night." Unlike the movie, which looks horrible. But how can I deny Marky Mark? Oh right, I can't.



+ Photo courtesy of OMG! Yahoo

Long live Conan!

So tonight is the last night Conan will host "The Tonight Show," a reality that has depressed me all week. And I've grown even more depressed/pissed as the day has passed, because it seems like every single news item has been about Jay Leno. ... Seriously. Take a gander.

1. Boo, NBC faces a long road ahead of them in making new shows to fill the 10 p.m. slot, even though "Media watchers have welcomed the return of Leno to 'The Tonight Show.'" Umm, first, Reuters, way to make a Leno-loving claim that you then don't back up. And second, maybe if Leno wasn't SO FUCKING AWFUL, they could have planned their schedule better and not continuously blown him instead of created real ideas for programming. You know, like every other network.

2. Oprah is interviewing Leno next week, and supposedly made an offer to Conan too, but he hasn't confirmed. Why the fuck would he? It's pretty obvious what happened here, and I doubt he wants to go on a stupid talk show to rehash it. Plus, hasn't NBC put some rule in his pay-off that won't allow him to be interviewed about this? So, way to go, Oprah - of course, Leno will get his self-promoting bullshit out there, and Conan won't be available to defend himself. Cool.

3. And now it's been announced that Leno will give the key note address at the White House Correspondents Dinner. Yeah, I know this was probably confirmed months ago, but I don't care. He's still a douche who gets to bask in stealing back his own gig, which I find pretty reprehensible. Can Stephen Colbert go and heckle? We all know how good he is at that whole Correspondents Dinner gig.

So yeah, here's my thoughts:


Yup. About that simple. Is it 11:35 p.m. yet?

+ Photo courtesy of Mashable

A few of my LEAST FAVORITE things.

Dear universe,

Let me ask you something: Was today some kind of test of my willpower? Because seriously, you just kept throwing awful curve-balls at me left and right. Don't act all fucking coy. You know what I'm talking about:

1. American Apparel's Satin Charmeuse Jumper Pants, $40. Nast.


2. The American editor of a Palestinian news agency was basically kicked out of Israel today for printing opinions the government doesn't like, further proving that the country will remove anyone who doesn't agree with them. AWESOME. Is that supposed to be freedom? Cuz like, it's fucking not.

3. Apparently, the most-watched shows on regular TV and cable last week included winners like "WWE Raw," "NCIS" and "Two and a Half Men." Is America functionally retarded? Seriously, WHO WATCHES THESE SHOWS. Is this why Conan is failing? Because every one of you deserves to die, I swear.

4. The New York Times is going to start charging for access to its website, and The New Republic just wrote some huge piece on why The Washington Post is basically going down into a cesspool of its own creation. ... So, do I have a future doing journalism, or should I start looking for a rich oil tyrant husband now?

5. Rihanna performs a cover of Bob Marley's "Redemption Song" on "Oprah" as a way to inspire those suffering from the earthquake in Haiti. I don't know, I'm just not too enthused by this; she probably means well? But Joe Strummer's cover is better, and we all know it.



Full of rage, as always,

- Me.

+ Photo courtesy of American Apparel

Kat Von D, why?!

So Michael K of Dlisted guesses that Kat Von D got some work done based on these pictures of her at Saturday's At of Elysium's charity event in Los Angeles, and I ... kind of agree. Here was Kat Von D last night ...



... and here she was back at some event in February 2009 ...


... and, more recently, here she is in the latest issue of Inked magazine, for February 2010.



Now, I know magazines work months in advance, and I ALSO know a thing or two about plastic surgery, given that I'm Iranian and nose-jobs are like, a rite of passage for my people. And, I must say, Kat Von D's nose is looking a little more narrow, and her lips are looking a little more plump, and her eyebrows a little more arched. She doesn't look like she fell into a vat of acid, like Rose McGowan now does, but she's looking a bit meh. This shouldn't really surprise me, because she's covered in tattoos and obviously doesn't mind altering her body, but I kind of hoped Kat Von D would be above that whole vanity-surgery-thing.


And also above ugly dresses. Bummer on both fronts.

+ Photos courtesy of Dlisted, StupidCelebrities, Now That's Pimpin'

McDonald's, I'mma quit you!

Like practically everyone else in the world, I'm trying to become more healthy this year by losing weight, or, as I like to call it, "That senior year of college where I discovered how delicious the McDonald's $1 menu is." Umm, yeah, that happened. A lot.

But anyway, I would like to lose weight/firm up/whatever you want to call not being fat anymore, and I'd be pretty psyched if that happened by swimsuit season. Even if that happens, though, Victoria's Secret will still have me weeping into my ice cream, because holy crap, their new bathing suits make me feel awful:

Slashed One-Piece by Red Carter, $140


Strappy Cut-Out Monokini by Mara Hoffman Swim, $140


Topless Bikini by Very Sexy, $68


Leopard-Print Wrap Monokini by Very Sexy, $68

Thanks for making me feel like a floating blob of lard, Victoria's Secret. Really inspirational, you are.

+ Photos courtesy of Victoria's Secret

2010, go AWAY!

So I've been away about three weeks; I figure it's time to get back to business. And because I'm stupidly masochistic, why not start with the three things that have irked me so far this weekend? OK, go!

1. Miley Cyrus announces that she's ending "Hannah Montana" after this fourth season to focus on more adult roles. What does that even mean? She's not a good actress. I don't need her polluting actual cinema. She's still a fucking child who raps on YouTube and dresses like a 12-year-old from 1986. My hopes aren't high for "The Last Song," obviously.



2. Marilyn Manson and Evan Rachel Wood get engaged. Awesome. I mean, she is the skankbag that broke up his marriage to Dita von Teese, so in a way, I'm grateful, because it means Dita now gets to date hot pieces like this, some French guy named Louis Marie de Castelbajac:


However, it also means that more videos like "Heart-Shaped Glasses" could occur, which would probably make me vomit up the fritter I just ate. Blueberry. Thank you, Amish market.



3. "Avatar" is on track to make more money than "Titanic," making it the highest-grossing film ever. Now, I didn't hate "Avatar" or anything? BUT I pretty much worship Leonardo DiCaprio, so I'm not down with this. Also, "The Dark Knight" > "Avatar," any fucking day of the week, so it's pretty lame that James Cameron will masturbate to his own success every night while thinking up stupid ideas for the "Avatar" sequel. The guy is old.


That's not a pretty picture.

However, all of these pale in comparison to this list The Wall Street Journal came up with: The 200 best and worst jobs of 2010, which ranks the professions and their starting, average and highest income levels. Where does newspaper journalist come in on the list? Yup, way down low:

184

REPORTER (NEWSPAPER)

$20,000

$35,000

$77,000

And that's behind other fantastic-sounding professions like:

156

DISHWASHER

$14,000

$17,000

$22,000

131

MAID

$15,000

$19,000

$29,000

122

VENDING MACHINE REPAIRER

$18,000

$30,000

$46,000

67

FORKLIFT OPERATOR

$20,000

$29,000

$45,000

And my personal favorite:

11

PHILOSOPHER

$33,000

$60,000

$105,000

MAN. If only I had known that a fucking degree in philosophy, one of the MOST USELESS OF MAJORS, would have served me better than four years spent learning how to write and edit, I probably would have toiled away arguing about the validity of stupid questions instead. What's the meaning of life? To never read the fucking WSJ ever again, and hence make my future as a newspaper reporter even more perilous. I'm shooting myself in the foot, but take that, Rupert Murdoch, you Australian douche!

+ Photos courtesy of OMG! Yahoo, MTV

Remember how Ty almost died in that mall in "Clueless?" Well ...

Brittany Murphy died this morning, wtf? She was only 32! TMZ's the only place reporting it so far, but they were the first to report that Michael Jackson died back in the summer, so I believe it. I didn't especially like her as an actress, but anyone dying at as young as 32 is definitely depressing.

I will always remember her as Ty from "Clueless," back when she was still brunette and a little chubby and wasn't married to that creepy Simon Monjack guy. Whomp whomp.


+ Photo courtesy of I Love Your Party Dress

So, it's come to this:

In yet another round of cuts, The Washington Post is closing all of its national bureaus, shuttering its offices in Chicago, Los Angeles and New York and laying off some people. Awesome! I'm so excited about my future in journalism - especially when this comes on the heels of the Post cutting some online staff a few days ago after the print newsroom finally merged with the online one. Can Santa bring me another college degree this year, or maybe a master's in something useful for a government job? That'd be great.

Basically, this pretty much sums up my life.


Yup.

+ Photo courtesy of someecards

Today's worst moment.

Me: Bored at work. Listening to Lady Gaga's "Dance in the Dark" on my co-worker's iPod. Trying to pretend I don't like it when I secretly do.



What's that I hear? A sample taken from George Michael's "Careless Whisper," I think? I do some Google-ing. In my quest, I stumble upon this: A question on Yahoo! Answers about "Who is Benet Ramsey?" ... and I think to myself, REALLY? Am I truly so old at 22, and Lady Gaga's fans so young, that they don't know/remember who JonBenét Ramsey is?



You know, this murdered little girl that caused a media shitstorm when she was kidnapped and murdered in 1996 and ticked off A. tons of non-white parents whose own children had gone missing and received no attention because they weren't pretty or rich and B. anyone with a heart who would find it shocking that such a little girl was forced into those creepy child pageants by her parents and then ended up killed.

Do we really have such a bad national memory that today's kids and teens are utterly ignorant of the Ramsey thing? When I was growing up, that shit was EVERYWHERE - I was 9 when she died, and I remember details about the case being on all the broadcast news stations, "America's Most Wanted," everything. Plus, remember when people thought her killer had been caught - back in 2006, when John Mark Karr admitted to doing it, but it turned out that he was just a sick and twisted fuck who was lying for the media spotlight?

Ugh, for shame, America's youth. While I agree Ramsey's death received tons of media attention just because of her race and class, I still think it was a particularly awful thing to happen to a kid, and I'm surprised more people don't know about or remember her. As someone old enough to drink legally, I'm going to go drown my ancient-feeling sorrows and contempt for the common ignorant man (and Yahoo! Answers) ... maybe while listening to "Bad Romance." DON'T JUDGE.

+ Photo courtesy of PerfectPeople

"Umbrella," this ain't.

I'm more than a little nervous about Rihanna coming back to the music game. She's taken a good amount of time off after the whole break-up with Chris Brown, and though she has done some stuff here and there - there was "Run This Town," and the song "Contemplate" from Wale's upcoming "Attention: Deficit" album features clips from her song "Question Existing" ...



... but I worry about her next album. First of all, there's her first single:



This shit is BORING. AS. FUCK. Who is Rihanna trying to be, Celine Dion? The single's cover -


- with a cupless corset and barbed wire, cannot jive with a song this bad. It's INCONCEIVABLE.

And then there the cover for her upcoming album, "Rated R" ...


... Riri, really? I'm not trying to see the shitty stars tattoo you share with your violent ex. I'm trying to see your face. Is that so much to ask?!

You see why I'm worried, right? Though the album's producer keeps claiming "Rated R" is going to be "so great," I feel like the evidence is weighing against it.

Lastly, MTV points out that both Chris Brown's and Rihanna's new singles launched within 24 hours. I swear, if this is a sign of a reconciliation, I am going to flip a bitch.

+ Photos courtesy of Dlisted, Sohh

BABES in Internetland.

Why is every vaguely famous person in the world having babies?! That kind of sudden influx of celebrity spawn horrifies me. Case in point:

1. Bethenny Frankel finally confirms she's pregnant, and that's part of the reason why she won't be coming back for the third season of "Real Housewives of New York City." My heart breaks; she was the only good part of that shitshow. Bitch told off Kelly Bensimon!



I love her for that. Kelly sucks. Anyone remember this? I'm pretty sure she's delusional.



2. Angelina and Brad visited some orphans in Jordan. Umm, does this mean they'll finally add a member of my people to their child army? Can they ditch Jordan, come to Washington, D.C.'s suburbs and pick me up instead? Kthx.

3. Kim Kardashian again talks about how much she wants a baby by the time she's 30. BITCH NO. I really fear for how large her boobs and butt will become with another person growing inside of her. I mean, look at her now:


Literally, I'm horrified.

P.S. Bitch I hate you I want your body.

+ Photo courtesy of Dlisted

Mega-snoozefest.

Why are music videos so fucking boring now? Here are three of the week's latest, and they all pretty much put me to sleep. Granted, they're all for slower-paced songs, but STILL. I expect more from my overpaid celebrities, don't you?

The Black Eyed Peas, "Meet Me Halfway"

Death Cab for Cutie, "Meet Me on the Equinox" (not even Robert Pattinson can save this)

OneRepublic, "All the Right Moves"

Johnny Deep sure did have a lot of blood in him, didn't he?

"A Nightmare on Elm Street" is one of my all-time favorite scary movies, mainly because Robert Englund is such a horrifying bitch as Freddy:


And yet seems so eccentrically charming and affable in real life:


So the fact that Michael Bay - fuck you, dude - is remaking the movie bums me. I heard about it a little while ago, and now that the trailer is out, I can't help but get more upset.



Stop shitting all over my childhood, Hollywood. I don't give a fuck if it IS Rorschach (er, Jackie Earle Haley, who is going to be the new Freddy) who's doing the crapping; it's not helping.

+ Photos courtesy of AllMoviePhoto, Bearotic

Katie Couric is on VERY THIN ICE.

Basically, if the world could stop sucking Katie Couric's dick, I'd probably be a much happier, well-rested, less-perpetually-furious person.

Why? Well, maybe it's because she's fucking awful as an evening news host. Maybe it's because she just gets handed assignments, like this monthly column in Glamour magazine that will start next month. Maybe it's because her awful lesbian haircut angers me.


Or possibly, just possibly, it could be because her yearly salary of $15 fucking MILLION DOLLARS is more than than the entire annual budgets of NPR’s "Morning Edition" and "All Things Considered" COMBINED, as this article in Columbia Journalism Review notes. Yes, that means together. As in, one woman makes more than two legitimate radio shows that reach millions of people and do the journalistic world a lot of better good than the woman who interviewed Lil Wayne and talked to him about his "tats" and "tude."



... Yeah. Fuck that shit. Entirely.

The only good thing Katie Couric has ever done wasn't even her. It was Auto-Tune the News, using her voice, which my boyfriend showed me over the summer and which has become a daily rotation on my YouTube schedule. Very thin ice, indeed.



+ Photo courtesy of Wowowow