Top Articles by Chez Pazienza
For decades Miami’s Cuban-American community has wielded outsized influence and demanded candidates local and national uphold the U.S.’s pointless standoff with Cuba. They just had the rug pulled out from under them.
Here’s the Kim Jong-un Assassination Scene from “The Interview” That May Have Brought Sony To Its Knees
When something is censored, it’s automatically elevated. It becomes important, whether it deserves to be or not. Indulging in it and circulating it becomes a kind of moral imperative — as silly as this might sound, an act of defiance.
Sharpton says he’s “very offended by the e-mails that were hacked.” This is so wonderfully tone-deaf as to the real transgression being committed here.
Perpetually Wrong Pretend Journalist and Douchebag Chuck Johnson Is an Unkillable Product of Our Internet Age
Chuck Johnson isn’t a journalist. He’s just some idiot with a broadband connection and delusions of grandeur. The problem is, there’s no way to force him to behave responsibly or to immediately remove him from society — not as long as Twitter exists and continues to allow him a platform. So the best we can do is marginalize him through vigilant reporting and a nice helping of the ridicule he so richly deserves.
For all its flaws, if you immediately switched the channel from HBO at the end of The Newsroom over to a real cable news outlet — really, pick any one — maybe you’d miss not necessarily the show itself but what it was at least trying to do. Like Don Quixote, Aaron Sorkin failed on his mission, but maybe that mission was a noble one.
“I turn 45 on Thursday. This birthday feels infinitely more daunting than my 40th, mostly because over the past five years I’ve finally begun to feel my age. There are people who tell you that age is simply a number or a state of mind. They’re lying. You can try to “think young” all you’d like but eventually your body tells you to go fuck yourself, and the realization of that is what adjusts your overall attitude whether you like it or not. I’m not who I was even a few years ago and there’s no way around it. Granted, my life changed drastically in 2006 when I had a tumor the size of a pinball — does anyone even play pinball anymore? Is that a dated reference? — pulled out of my head. My brain chemistry and various aspects of what made me me were altered overnight, but in spite of a few hiccups it didn’t feel like it had the power to truly cripple me until the years piled on top of the trauma. Now, at the age of 45, I can’t tell how much of the figurative weight I feel on me as I get out of bed each morning is my age and how much is the aftermath of the surgery, even all these years later.”
In her best-selling memoir, Lena Dunham claims she was sexually assaulted while in college by a campus conservative named Barry. Now a real campus conservative named Barry, who wasn’t the person who assaulted Dunham, has won a small victory to clear his name.
Rolling Stone is having to apologize for inconsistencies in a bombshell report on an alleged rape at the University of Virginia. This is ugly — and the fallout is likely to be even uglier.
Satan Claus is coming to town in Florida. And he’s not even the strangest thing that will be at this year’s state capitol holiday display.
One of the stars of the 1999 teen comedy 10 Things I Hate About You has started his own religion. Yes, you can do that here.