Lena Dunham in New York City.
Also, some hipster.
How can you resist the sad, soulful eyes of our new money mascot, Beggy the Beaver? (That's the most alliteration I've ever put into one sentence.) I'm hoping you can't, seeing as how we're right in the middle of our big Summer Pledge Drive here at DXM.You know how this works: If you like what you find here, on The Bubble Genius Bob & Chez Show podcast and at the Daily Banter, then please step up and kick a little of your hard-earned cash toward keeping it all going.There are a few ways you show some love. The first is the simplest: Just click the Paypal electronic tip link in the right-hand sidebar of this screen and donate away. You can also use the Paypal tip jar to pay-what-you-want for a digital copy of my book, Dead Star Twilight, for iPad or Kindle. Go here to begin your instant download. Remember, it's a full length book and it can be yours for whatever you feel like putting toward it. The last way you can give is by buying a physical copy of Dead Star Twilight from Amazon. To purchase the paperback, just click here. (It should be said that buying the book outright sends the least amount of money in my direction since there are costs and percentages to contend with; I want to sell books but I know there are some people out there who would want to be made aware of that.)Big thanks today to Nicole, Teddy C., and the always generous Mr. Gwaltney. To everyone else who's given -- as well as those who continue to read, comment, share and so on -- it really means a lot to me. Another update tomorrow.
Farrow was supposed to appeal to youth culture, given that he's only 26; he's certainly got the looks that will keep some viewers fixated on him. Still, he needs to grow into his new position quickly otherwise he's going to be written off as exactly what he feels like right now: a guy you watch because you think Chris Hayes is just a bit too edgy.
If you work in a local newsroom, you're going to wind up on television. Occasionally, that can be embarrassing.
Trump lied yet again. Here's why it matters.
Patrick Stewart continues to prove that he's one of the coolest people on earth.
As the New York Post's resident pissy attack dog, Peyser has made a name for herself being a reliable barker of prudish Upper East Side rants against sex, lewdness and general fun for years now. She's the exaggeratedly tyrannical schoolmarm in every kid empowerment movie come to life -- the imperious authoritarian who eventually gets her come-uppance from the boys and girls she's dedicated her life to torturing. And her column about "Selfie-gate" sincerely has to be read to be believed.
That's what Dianne Reidy's rant last night was. The exclamation point. The snapshot. The final act to climax and to perfectly encapsulate the fucking lunacy of what we'd witnessed over the past few weeks -- the past few years.