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Kate Moss is living her best Dowager Countess. (Go Fug Yourself)
Megan Fox and Fredericks of Hollywood seems like a really good partnership. (Celebitchy)
A full page of the New York Times today was this Langston Hughes poem. This wasn’t an ad someone took out, either. Just a pretty powerful move by the paper itself.
Christopher Darden admitted what Sarah Paulson and Sterling K. Brown all made us assume: he and Marcia Clark were “more than friends.” (DListed)
Can you guess what the happiest song ever made is, according to science? (Good)
I read this headline about Cosmopolitan magazine designing a car for women, and thought it was going to be about something that happened decades ago. Nope! THIS YEAR. So good news, ladies! You can finally drive that purple perfume-mobile you’ve never dreamed of. (Jalopnik)
I am positive this tortilla chip would kill me. (Mashable)
Had you heard about the post-Vietnam War “Operation Babylift,” in which the US saved/stole presumably (but possibly not always) orphaned children? I had not, and it’s horrifying. (Atlas Obscura)
Happy Hobbit Day, everybody. (I’m willing to believe that’s a thing if it involves beer and jewelry, sure.) (Revelist)
The beginning of John Scalzi’s Redshirts: A Novel with Three Codas takes place in the 25th century, "…and the characters are members of the Universal Union, and crew on the starship Intrepid. If it sounds a lot like Star Trek, it’s supposed to. I’m not sure how funny it would be to someone not familiar with Star Trek, but for this Sci-fi nerd it was absolutely hilarious." In the end, though, it was the codas that almost made Cannonballer Red Panda Kitty lower her rating. Have you read anything by Scalzi? (Cannonball Read)
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