Please don't jump out of your car and dance to Drake, NTSB pleads

Please don't jump out of your car and dance to Drake, NTSB pleadsDrake might be the king of memes, but the latest, for his track In My Feelings, has attracted the wrong kind of viral attention. The US National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) is asking fans to please, please, not do that #InMyFeelings challenge that involves jumping out of a moving car and dancing. “Driver distraction features prominently in this viral challenge, but the more obvious risk is the poor decision to hop out of a moving vehicle to dance,” NTSB safety advocate chief Nicholas Worrell wrote.



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Hot Dog Sushi? Kim Kardashian Invents ‘Creative’ Food to Please North and Saint

Kim Kardashian West isn’t afraid to get creative in the kitchen!

On Saturday, the mom of three shared that she had come up with a brand new type of food for her daughter North, 4 ½, and son Saint, 2, to eat: hot dog sushi rolls.

Sharing a photo of the innovative snack on her Instagram Stories, the Keeping Up With the Kardashians star, 37, explained that “when your kids LOVE sushi & hotdogs you get creative.”

The reality star and husband Kanye West are also parents to daughter Chicago West, who was born in January.

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The KKW Beauty mogul also continued to break her “no jewelry” rule on Saturday as she posted a picture of a series of chain necklaces arranged over her cleavage, including one which read “Pablo,” likely a tribute to her husband‘s last album, The Life of Pablo.

A few of the other layered necklaces Kardashian West wore also seemed to be a testament to her love for West, as they appeared to be from his 12-piece jewelry collection, which consists of thick-band rings and medallion-style pendant necklaces.

“Hey Saturday,” she simply captioned the shot.

RELATED: Kim Kardashian Posts Topless Photo Taken by Daughter North West

Kardashian West recently caused a stir after posting a topless photo to her Instagram feed on Thursday, which she said was taken by her 4 ½-year-old daughter.

In the photo, the reality star wears an unclasped bra, black spandex and she conceals her chest with her hands. Her reflection (as well as North’s) can be seen in the mirror.

Kardashian West’s hair is brunette in the photo, which indicates it’s probably a throwback as the busy mom of three has remained committed to her platinum locks.


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Scott Baio Clarifies His Controversial Comments on Erin Moran’s Death: “Please Stop Assuming the Worse in Me”

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Can We Please Stop Giving Rachel Dolezal A Platform?

It has been nearly two years since Rachel Dolezal was outed by her parents for being a white woman who claimed to be black. Unfortunately, she is still a national news sensation.

On Tuesday, nearly half a million people tuned in to a Facebook Live video hosted by The New York Times that featured Dolezal (and only Dolezal), who shamelessly plugged her new autobiography, In Full Color: Finding My Place in a Black and White World. Thousands more also likely tuned in to her appearance on the “Today” show that same morning to watch Dolezal recount her unusual life experiences, much of which we’ve all heard before.

People should have found a more productive way to spend their time because, frankly, Dolezal doesn’t deserve it. Dolezal is a master manipulator and people, time and again, have consumed her bizarre story as if it is one that carries enough magnitude or depth to explore race in America in an authentic and accurate way. It doesn’t.

This public infatuation with Dolezal is just a dark, twisted cycle fed by media consumers who drive interest and content creators who provide coverage ― but it is all crafted in a way that benefits Dolezal most. With the release and promotion of her new book, Dolezal is still able to profit from selling her story of being a white woman privileged enough to claim and convince members of the public that she is black, taking up space otherwise occupied by people who don’t have the luxury of crafting their own racial identity. 

I was among the many journalists who covered Dolezal’s alarming story when she was first exposed in June 2015. However, later in that same week, Dylann Roof murdered nine black people in Charleston, South Carolina, in a racially motivated act of terrorism. In the immediate aftermath of that tragedy, I wrote a piece in which I made a personal vow never to report on Dolezal again because I had firmly concluded that dissecting her story was meaningless when compared to the trauma and terror actual black people face every day:

In the last few days, I have seen former NAACP leader Rachel Dolezal’s white face, terribly tanned and masked as “black,” plastered across TV screens, her name dominating my Twitter timeline and her life dissected through discussions I’ve both overheard and participated in. I no longer care to see, hear or say her name.

I have remained committed to that promise, until today. In the last 48 hours, Dolezal’s face has painfully popped up on social media feeds and widely respected national news platforms, each time with a new weave, the same spray tan and mention of her new autobiography leading headlines. This is deeply upsetting because it immediately triggers disappointment in how easily society can succumb to sensationalized stories like Dolezal’s self-calculated spectacle. It does not, and likely will never, serve as a useful catalyst for understanding this country’s racial dilemmas.

We could instead turn our attention to the hate crimes being carried out across the country and the tragic killing of Timothy Caughman, a black man, by a white terrorist. We could focus on the horrendous death of Darren Rainey, who was burned “like a boiled lobster” in a Florida jail. We can help find black and Latinx girls who have gone missing in Washington, D.C. ― the case has alarmed the city’s black residents, but seemingly not nearly as many whites. We could dedicate our energy to defending prominent black women like Rep. Maxine Waters (D-Ca.) and journalist April Ryan from shameful attacks made against them by white male public figures. We could explore the experiences black women face in the workplace, dig deeper into the ongoing police brutality against black boys and girls, amplify the experiences of black Muslims living in fear and/or discover stories that prioritize mental health care in black America.

These stories deserve as much, if not more, attention than Dolezal, and this is precisely where my personal journalistic priorities lay.

While Dolezal didn’t expect to have her story revealed to the world, she did have control of deciding whether to share the truth herself sooner. She chose against it, ultimately finding comfort in masking her identity for decades and pushed to the verge of misery when it was all uncovered. She has since been fired from her position as the president of the NAACP chapter in Spokane, Washington, been removed from her job as a professor of African studies, and legally changed her name to Nkechi Amare Diallo (which means “gift from the gods”). And, yes, she still identifies as black. But the struggles Dolezal currently faces is a situation for which she can only blame herself ― and one that may not have escalated as quickly had she been honest from the beginning.

Dolezal has every right to tell her story, write a book and talk about her life experiences, but it does not mean the media or its consumers should amplify her voice or promote her mission to spout what most of us already know, and what many of us no longer care to read or watch. Almost immediately after Dolezal appeared on the NYT on Tuesday, #ActualBlackWomen began trending on Twitter as a way to deliberately overshadow her 30-minute feature by highlighting the books real black women have written.

We’ve probably all been guilty of sharing Dolezal’s story, or at least parts of it, at some point ― but we must recognize that it is distracting, counterproductive and unnecessary. Let’s return our focus to more pressing matters affecting marginalized, overlooked and misrepresented communities of color.

Surely, the stories of these black people deserve your attention, too.

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Samuel L. Jackson On Ben Carson’s Slavery Comment: ‘Mothaf***a Please’

Ben Carson gave a speech on Monday that raised a lot of eyebrows, including Samuel L. Jackson’s.

In his debut as secretary of Housing and Urban Development, Carson told agency employees about the virtues of the “can-do” American society and used “immigrants” who “came here in the bottom of slave ships” as the examples of that virtue.

“That’s what America is about,” Carson said. “A land of dreams and opportunity. There were other immigrants who came here in the bottom of slave ships, worked even longer, even harder for less. But they too had a dream that one day their sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, great grandsons, great granddaughters might pursue prosperity and happiness in this land.”

Naturally, Twitter was up in arms about Carson’s comments. This is what actor Samuel L. Jackson had to say about it:

And the NAACP…

And Charlamagne Tha God…

And a few others:

Ben Carson, sit down. 

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Hi, Death? I’d Like To Speak To Your Manager, Please

No, I don’t mind waiting.

Hello, sorry to have to do this, but I’ve recently had trouble with one of your employees. I think his name is Derek? Or maybe Darth?

Yes, Death, that’s it. Well, I can tell by your grim expression that perhaps you’ve had trouble with this one before.

I’ve been a customer here for over 30 years now, and I have to say I don’t remember the last time I was so disappointed with the service. I would say over the last year the quality has taken quite a dive.

Have you guys changed owners? Listen, shit happens, I get it. You can’t expect the service to always be perfect. But 2016 was awful.

I heard Barry is leaving! Awww, we love Barry. So smart, so courteous. He’s been a great leader around here. 

Is it because of Don, that jackass you put in charge in November? Sorry for being frank, but he says the most insulting things, especially to women, and he attracts a lot of unsavory characters wherever he goes.

But anyway, I just really hope Death’s not around forever. Is that why you’ve been losing so many people?

Seems like every week there’s another person gone, and Facebook explodes with goodbye posts … Oh, I follow you guys on Facebook.

I’ve spoken to other customers who expressed similar concerns. Maybe it’s the nostalgia element, but we miss the way this place used to be. We miss the people who used to be here. 

And hey, maybe they’ve gone to a better place, but I think 2017 could still be a great year for everyone here, too.

Anyway, sorry to be that customer. I just felt the need to say something. Thanks for listening.

Psst, and maybe think about getting rid of that jackass you put in charge!

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OK, Google: Please do these things in 2017

OK, Google: Please do these things in 2017Google had a great 2016, but it could still stand to make a few changes in the year ahead. Google didn’t have much to complain about in 2016. Improving privacy might seem like an odd request for Google, a company that makes much of its money selling targeted ads.



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No, I Don’t Watch ‘Game Of Thrones,’ So Please Stop Asking

Season 6 of “Game of Thrones” premiered on Sunday, and the Internet was predictably all aflutter.

I don’t watch “Game of Thrones.” This is partially because I haven’t had HBO for many years. But, let’s be real, if I really wanted to watch the show, I could have borrowed a friends HBO password.

Truthfully, I just don’t care enough. I imagine this is the way people felt when “Breaking Bad” was hitting its stride. The conversations are about the same.

  

“You don’t know what you’re missing!”

The same can be said for literally anything I’ve never experienced. “You’ve never worn an active bee hive like a helmet?? You don’t know what you’re missing!”

 

“You like fantasy stuff, so I think you’d love it!”

You may as well have just said, “Wait, you love one thing?? Well, maybe you could love two things!”

 

“There’s just nothing like it.”

You just said if I liked one thing, then I’d probably like this other thing, essentially equating them. Now, you’re telling me to abandon that line of thinking. Which is it??

 

“Anyone can die at any time.”

That’s called “the world as we know it.”

 

“Kit Harington!” [swoon]

You’re just saying an actor’s name — I don’t know what that means. You’re all flushed and sweating profusely. Are you OK?

 

“It’s so raw: all the nudity, sex and violence!”

Well, golly-gee-whiskers, I sure hope my roommates at the nunnery don’t mind me staying up past 7 p.m. to watch!

 

“Just set aside a weekend and get caught up!”

Or “Just deprive yourself of sunlight for two days!”

 

Listen, you “Game of Thrones” fans mean well, I know. But it’s too late. Really, go on without me. I’ll be fine. There’s plenty of TV to watch out there.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go Netflix the same shows I’ve been watching for a decade.

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Avoid These Songs at Your Wedding, Please

You’ve snapped hundreds of photos of linens and flatware. You’ve decided that the frilly musketeer hat is a superior photo booth prop to the fedora. You even passed on shotgunning an Ice House with your old college roommates in the name of evaluating a unity candle.

Yes, this wedding season was a little different than the rest … because you are walking down the aisle next year, and your reception needs to be perfect.

Sure, the decorations, food, flowers, and dress are pretty important. But there’s one major area that most budding newlyweds seem to ignore, an overlooked area that can singlehandedly obliterate months of handwork and planning — reception music.

We’ve all been in that situation where you just want to light up the dance floor with a domestic beer in hand, but end up lurking in the shadows because you aren’t quite sure (or drunk enough to know) how to dance to “Sherry” by the Four Seasons.

So, please, put some effort into your playlist. Prohibiting overplayed or awkward-moment-inducing songs will ensure that your guests stay on the dance floor all night, making your reception the stuff of legends.

Not a musical connoisseur? No problem. Just keep the music post-1970, and make sure to avoid the songs below.

“Love Shack” by the B-52s
In the United States, there are roughly 2 million weddings per year. You can bet this song is played at 99.99% of them. Be a hero. Be part of the .01%.

“Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard and “Cherry Pie” by Warrant
Some things just can’t be unseen– like your cousin and her 40-something friends dumping pitchers of water on themselves and putting a Whitesnake music video to shame as they “dance” on tabletops.

“Electric Slide,” “Cha Cha Slide,” or any song with the word “Slide”
While everyone is smiling and clapping on the outside, they’re screaming in anger-filled-hatred on the inside. Other song-title words to avoid: scoot, shuffle, boogie, crawl, cowgirl or cowboy, train, murder, adultery.

Heavy/Trash/Death Metal Songs
Other than a deranged, stalker ex-boyfriend straight out of a Lifetime movie, the most unwanted guest at any wedding is a paramedic. So avoid the Metal music. Either your brother gets a bottle of Jim Beam smashed over his head, or your great aunt suffers a heart attack while frantically searching for the holy water in her purse.

“Closing Time” by Semisonic
This isn’t a bar…or the end of an eighth grade graduation dance. Also, the lyric “Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end,” sounds like an allusion to an early divorce.

“F**k Her Gently” by Tenacious D
Hammered groomsmen + $ 200 of pooled cash + a DJ with credit card debt = the most awkward, unforgettable-in-the-worst-way moment of your life.

“Everybody Have Fun Tonight” by Wang Chung
Everybody was having fun tonight…until this song came on. And, do you really want songs ordering you around, telling you exactly what to do? What’s next, “Everybody Place Your Beer Bottles in the Recycling Bin Tonight”?

“Thank You” by Dido
Playing a song with a chorus that proclaims “And I want to thank you, for giving me the best day of my life,” will solidify your status as the lamest person in the world. Plus, that lyric seems to imply that every day thereafter is a slow, downward spiral.

“The Scientist” by Coldplay
It’s great to slow things down once in a while and cool that blazing dance floor. But people at your wedding should be crying tears of joy, not ones of bitter regret and self-loathing.

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Avoid These Songs at Your Wedding, Please

You’ve snapped hundreds of photos of linens and flatware. You’ve decided that the frilly musketeer hat is a superior photo booth prop to the fedora. You even passed on shotgunning an Ice House with your old college roommates in the name of evaluating a unity candle.

Yes, this wedding season was a little different than the rest … because you are walking down the aisle next year, and your reception needs to be perfect.

Sure, the decorations, food, flowers, and dress are pretty important. But there’s one major area that most budding newlyweds seem to ignore, an overlooked area that can singlehandedly obliterate months of handwork and planning — reception music.

We’ve all been in that situation where you just want to light up the dance floor with a domestic beer in hand, but end up lurking in the shadows because you aren’t quite sure (or drunk enough to know) how to dance to “Sherry” by the Four Seasons.

So, please, put some effort into your playlist. Prohibiting overplayed or awkward-moment-inducing songs will ensure that your guests stay on the dance floor all night, making your reception the stuff of legends.

Not a musical connoisseur? No problem. Just keep the music post-1970, and make sure to avoid the songs below.

“Love Shack” by the B-52s
In the United States, there are roughly 2 million weddings per year. You can bet this song is played at 99.99% of them. Be a hero. Be part of the .01%.

“Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard and “Cherry Pie” by Warrant
Some things just can’t be unseen– like your cousin and her 40-something friends dumping pitchers of water on themselves and putting a Whitesnake music video to shame as they “dance” on tabletops.

“Electric Slide,” “Cha Cha Slide,” or any song with the word “Slide”
While everyone is smiling and clapping on the outside, they’re screaming in anger-filled-hatred on the inside. Other song-title words to avoid: scoot, shuffle, boogie, crawl, cowgirl or cowboy, train, murder, adultery.

Heavy/Trash/Death Metal Songs
Other than a deranged, stalker ex-boyfriend straight out of a Lifetime movie, the most unwanted guest at any wedding is a paramedic. So avoid the Metal music. Either your brother gets a bottle of Jim Beam smashed over his head, or your great aunt suffers a heart attack while frantically searching for the holy water in her purse.

“Closing Time” by Semisonic
This isn’t a bar…or the end of an eighth grade graduation dance. Also, the lyric “Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end,” sounds like an allusion to an early divorce.

“F**k Her Gently” by Tenacious D
Hammered groomsmen + $ 200 of pooled cash + a DJ with credit card debt = the most awkward, unforgettable-in-the-worst-way moment of your life.

“Everybody Have Fun Tonight” by Wang Chung
Everybody was having fun tonight…until this song came on. And, do you really want songs ordering you around, telling you exactly what to do? What’s next, “Everybody Place Your Beer Bottles in the Recycling Bin Tonight”?

“Thank You” by Dido
Playing a song with a chorus that proclaims “And I want to thank you, for giving me the best day of my life,” will solidify your status as the lamest person in the world. Plus, that lyric seems to imply that every day thereafter is a slow, downward spiral.

“The Scientist” by Coldplay
It’s great to slow things down once in a while and cool that blazing dance floor. But people at your wedding should be crying tears of joy, not ones of bitter regret and self-loathing.

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Ivanka Trump Discusses Fashion and Business — But No Politics, Please

With an expanding signature collection of her own, an executive role at the Trump Organization and a father who’s poking the political hornet’s nest with his decidedly non-PC style, it’s safe to say Ivanka Trump has a lot going on.
Accustomed to operating in overdrive, the Wharton grad is now suiting up 3,500 Trump Hotel staffers in uniforms she designed. Trump handles design and the creative vision for the company’s nine existing properties and four yet-to-be-opened ones in Baku, Azerbaijan; Rio de Janeiro; Vancouver, and Washington, D.C. She also serves as executive vice president of development and acquisitions at the Trump Organization. With two young children and an equally ambitious husband in Jared Kushner, the self-described “American wife, mother and entrepreneur” may represent a different sort of bold-faced paradigm in the fashion business. While that alone is something of a feat, it is not a moniker the former model acknowledged in any way during an interview last week.
Speaking about her new uniform designs, Trump very much stayed on message. While she has cheered on her father Donald’s take-no-prisoners presidential bid to her nearly 1.7 million Twitter followers and 582,000 more on Instagram, she wasn’t about to engage on political matters. “I

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Can We Please Talk About This Very Tiny Unicorn

Once upon a time, circa 1505 or 1506, the great High Renaissance painter Raphael painted a little known worked titled “Portrait of a Lady with a Unicorn.” As you can see, said painting does indeed feature one lady and one unicorn.

Except the title sort of downplays the whole mystical horned horse aspect. Raphael’s unicorn, it should be noted hyperbolically in the headline, is a BABY unicorn that could easily be mistaken for a furry teacup puppy or a very amiable kitten. It’s tiny mouth appears to be neighing, for crying out loud! Cue immense d’awwwwww.

This blessed portrait, originally housed in the Galleria Borghese in Rome, caught our attention when a curious press release landed in our inboxes, announcing the painting’s debut appearance in the United States later this year. The exhibition, very correctly titled “Sublime Beauty,” will bring what is inarguably the world’s most adorable baby unicorn first to the Cincinnati Art Museum and then to the Legion of Honor in San Francisco, Calif. We can hear the lines forming now.

But why does one lone painting of a lady and her pet unicorn deserve the attention of the Internet? According to Dr. Esther Bell, curator in charge of European paintings at the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco, Raphael’s “Portrait of a Lady with a Unicorn” is not only “a stunning masterpiece of the Italian High Renaissance,” it’s also a bona fide art world mystery.

The identity of the blond woman behind the unicorn, it turns out, is unknown, as is the meaning or iconography of the bite-size unicorn in her lap. Some scholars believe the painting may have been commissioned for a wedding; the unicorn could be interpreted as a symbol of chastity. For example, Alan Riding, in a 2001 article in The New York Times, speculated that ”Portrait of a Lady” originally showed a betrothed woman holding a dog, “a symbol of fidelity.” However, when the subject’s marriage was called off, Raphael may have replaced the dog with a unicorn, a nod to her virginity.

Others note the portrait’s resemblance to Leonardo da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa,” referencing minute details like the painting’s half-length format, the presence of folded hands and the distant landscape in the background. Not to mention, that stare. Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino — aka Raphael — is known in part for his association with masters like Leonardo, Michelangelo and, thank you “TMNT,” Donatello. Leo and the much younger Raphael were both creating works in Florence, Italy in the 16th century, so it wouldn’t be much of a stretch if the latter was influenced by the former’s style.

“The ‘Mona Lisa’ is the singular portrait of the High Renaissance, but we find ‘Portrait of a Lady with a Unicorn’ to be just as beautiful and compelling,” Bell told the San Francisco Gate. “We believe Raphael was familiar with da Vinci’s work, and there is definitely a stylistic tie to be made to the ‘Mona Lisa.'”

In the aforementioned press release, Bell teases that the “Sublime Beauty,” which opens on Oct. 3, will introduce new scholarship on the miniature beast and his mysterious owner. The New York Times’ recently reported that the woman in the painting, curator Linda Wolk-Simon believes, could be the daughter of Pope Alexander VI’s mistress, Giulia Farnese.

Until October, all we can do is feast upon the tiny creature’s beauty here. While some museums are paying homage to contemporary cat memes, and others are celebrating the squee-inducing kitties of art history past, members of the Cincinnati and San Francisco art communities have this to say: don’t forget about the baby unicorn.

 

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(Please) Like Me, The New Popularity Contest

Ms Rose, my cranky second grade teacher insisted we bring Saint Valentine cards for each member of our class — even Gregory Peas, the neighborhood bully. Co-mingled In the box of I Love Yous and Be Mines were a few platonic VD cards with matching envelopes. Why do the kid card making companies have so much Love in the box of options rather than Like offerings?

It was a risk turning away from the doily and glitter safety net where I could write a simple Happy Valentines Day, From K. I would have painstakingly glued and wrote and filled a garbage can up of the cast offs since I failed handwriting glass and still haven’t learned how to handle the Elmer’s without making a colossal sticky mess. I opted for the box of devotional notes noting the risk of having to send several dreamy messages out to folks I either had a crush on and didn’t really want them to know or even worse, send a lovey message to someone like GP. Yes, the Valentine’s conundrum nearly inspired a pretend sick day. I didn’t want to miss out of the cupcakes and the curiosity of who possibly Liked me. Please let it be Jay G from the cul-de-sac. Off to school I went with my box of love and like tucked into a decorated shoe box so I could collect my likes and loves too.

Today my friend Lennie said, KK you must think about asking people to Like you, your blogs, vignettes, articles, photos. If you want to LIFT more people you need to be Liked more, she says. Uh, OK how do I do that? We are meeting on this next Tuesday afternoon. An appointment to teach me the new trade we conduct in this era of Social Media. The exchange, the give and take of our new Virtual friendships. The “I like you so you like me” dance. I have few tools in my kit for this sort of Popularity contest. It’s intimidating to me really. I get it that I must step up my Like Me game for my business, for my purposeful meaningful work to be more exposed. This is how we reach out to our people and their people. I have been instructed on how to post words and photos and I do know how to Like and Friend strangers. I am not that Dark Aged. I do though admit, whole heartedly, to slipping into my Late Bloomer label that was slapped on my forehead in High School with the haven’t had my period yet and I am 16 and 3/4 to the didn’t get asked to the Prom (unless you count the feeble ask by my neighbor on Emerald Dr, Brian C., who I am certain my brother tossed a 10 er at to help encourage the invite I declined) or to most parties, always on the left side of cool. I am behind once again and I know it.

I am worried that I will worry about not being popular and knowing that I am not Liked. I am worried that I will be popular and I will feel overwhelmed with so many new folks. I worry that I will feel insecure one way or another. I prefer not knowing that people are deciding with a forefinger, hmmmm Yes I like her, her words and her world. To Be Liked or Not to Be, that is the question now isn’t? Is not knowing what I don’t know better? Isn’t the Valentine surprise of a real Like more meaningful and juicy than asking to be liked? Is this constant public declaration diluting our hearts desire for warmth and true kinship? Or just maybe, it is actually opening our hearts up more to others, with this unique version of interacting and declaring. The power our forefinger print has to bring us together with others and like them.

I will have my Lesson is how to Be Liked and do my best to keep a balance of my virtual Friends and my reality Friends. I am feeling a bit nervous and already exposed, so this is good. Growth is good. And new connections via SM can become real ones too.

After I started taking notes down for writing this vignette on this topic of Please Like Me, I paused and sent Lennie a note:

Thank you for Liking me, Len. I like you too.

Her reply:

How cute.

A private declaration that I am now making public.

Here’s to mixing the metaphors of Like.

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Please Stand By, I Will Return After A Short Break

I can almost pinpoint the moment I decided to take a leave of absence from my job. The date isn’t stuck in my mind, but the feeling I had in that moment is.

The leave is temporary. There will be a new Talking TV podcast on “Arrow,” “The Flash” and reader questions next week, and I’ll be on Twitter here and there as well, but this will be my last post for about two months.

Every year for the past five years, I’ve had the honor of serving on the jury of the Peabody Awards. It’s intensely rewarding but also a sizable commitment of time and mental energy.

As it happens, about five years ago, my mother was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease, a progressive and fatal neurological and physical disorder. On June 1, HBO will air a documentary, “The Lion’s Mouth Opens”; it’s about a woman’s decision to get tested and find out whether she inherited the disease from her father. I haven’t been able to watch it yet, but I’m glad it exists. HD isn’t that well known and I hope this film helps raise awareness, and I plan to watch the documentary this summer.

Dealing with all the normal ups and downs life has thrown at me — being a parent, doing a demanding job that I love, being a spouse and dealing with two sick parents (my father died in late 2013) — has made life … well, let’s say, interesting. And more than a little tiring at times.

After this year’s Peabody duties ended, I was hanging out with my mother one day when a realization struck me pretty forcefully. She was slurring her words a lot more than she had in the past. Words and phrases were colliding and sliding around when she tried to speak, and it was harder to understand her.

When you are always around someone with a progressive disease, it can be difficult to notice big changes, but I noticed that one. That moment set off an alarm bell in my head. A voice inside me said, “Stop. Pay attention. Don’t just let this slide by.”

Not long after that, I inquired about taking time off, and every step of the way, everyone at The Huffington Post said, “Go for it,” and asked if they could help in any way. The last few years have doled out some very tough times for my family, but I cannot overstate how fortunate I feel to have spent those years working for a patient, flexible and supportive employer.

Given how willing my bosses have been to give me a day or a week off here and there, why not just juggle and multitask and keep on muddling through the wide array of emotional, logistical and professional tasks I’ve had on my plate in any given day or week? It’s what I have been doing for a while now, and with the help and support of my husband and siblings, we’ve been getting by, and in some ways, things are far less chaotic than they were right after my father passed.

I could try to keep going on in the plate-spinning, multitasking mode of the last few years, but, without going into detail, there is just too much I need to do on the family front at the moment, and I wanted to have the time and space do those things well. Mom can’t pay her bills, shop or handle any of her affairs, and taking care of all those things on top of managing my own life can get wearing. More importantly, you can become so task-focused and list-oriented that, in a quest to make sure that everyone and everything is taken care of, you can start forgetting about the human beings involved — human beings who are complex, autonomous and capable of bringing joy into my life. My mom, whose favorite hobby remains playing craps at the gambling boats, still makes me laugh on the regular, lest you think my life is a constant round of errands and tragedies. It’s not, but her condition will continue to get worse, and I want to bask in whatever good times are left.

In addition to getting a bunch of big tasks done for her, I want to spend time with my mother — just be with her. I won’t be idle, but ultimately, it’s about being in the room with her and taking her to the mall, while I can. I want to talk with her, as long as she can still talk.

Words are the tools I use in my work, but it goes way beyond that. I love words all the time; I usually have 30 browser tabs open to articles I want to read, and my idea of heaven is diving to the stacks of unread books around my house. I’ll never know enough about the inner workings of language and I’ll never be able to fully master its powers — hence my love for what I do — but I have learned more about the limitations of words in the last few years. They are blunt instruments. And now, my mother’s words are becoming sparse and squashed. Her sentences are turning into abstract expressionist works.

I didn’t have the conversations I wanted to have with my father at the end, because I didn’t know it was the end. It didn’t take long for chemotherapy to destroy his brain; one day he was swearing at a football game, the next day he had lost the power of reason. I did say some final words to him, after we removed all life support and his body lingered, but it wasn’t the same as really talking to him. My final words may have fallen on deaf ears.

I don’t want that to happen with my mom. Usually we talk about whatever’s happening on “Judge Judy,” and she often has strong opinions on “Dancing with the Stars.” We argue about “Maury,” which I cannot abide. Every time we watch “The Talk,” she reminds me that Ray Romano went on the show to discuss winning a Peabody for “Men of a Certain Age.” (This made her a big Ray Romano fan.)

Her memory is unpredictable but still strong in some areas. The other day, she recalled where one of my eight million cousins went to college, a fact I could not have retrieved on a bet. And yet she is always anxious about whether her bills are paid and sometimes she forgets where we’re going when we’re in the car. New situations and circumstances are scary when new memories don’t harden and solidify and instead slip away like phantoms.

When I was in college, she would call me and want to talk, talk, talk. I would put the phone down, leave the room, get food and return, and she would still be talking. I would roll my eyes, because I was a typical 20 year old dope. Now I know I’ll probably do that to my son after he goes to college; I’ll try not to be that overly talky mom and end up texting too much instead.

My mother has fewer words every day. For a couple of months, I’m going to make sure I hear as many of them as I can.

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Check, Please.

Check, Please.


The antics of Zoe really prepared me for my own child, and I really enjoy every one of the “Baby Blues” books over and over as my child grows. When I feel that life is overwhelming with my baby, I read one of these books and suddenly it all comes into focus, because obviously other parents have gone through the same thing. I have purchased these books for other moms or moms-to-be that I know, and their great books for a baby shower.” -A “Baby Blues” fanIs it possible for the MacPherson kids to get any cuter? Zoe excitedly dipping water from the toilet to serve her daddy “tea.” Hamish rolling efficiently across the floor instead of crawling. And Darryl and Wanda watching all their antics in worn-out wonder! Who hasn’t experienced, or at least witnessed, that final humiliated plea for the check after a restaurant is turned into a war zone by active kids? Well, Darryl and Wanda are there now. Since 1989, “Baby Blues” fans have witnessed the amusing transformation of the career-oriented MacPhersons into realistically warm and wild-eyed parents-from Wanda giving up her job to be a stay-at-home mom to Darryl fitting in daddy duty after demanding days at the office. As demonstrated over and over in “Check, Please,” the MacPhersons are no different from many new parents, forced to make adjustments that have come fast and furious.

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People of LA, Please Leave!

I moved to LA, or “The Dream Factory,” as I call it, fifteen years ago. Glad I did. Many of my dreams really have come true, like writing for television and performing my standup act on TV. That said, LA is a hard place to live. It’s expensive, rents are insane and only billionaires can afford to own a home. LA is also crowded and parking is always a pain and the traffic is truly horrific. Only in LA, can a driver get told to go do unnatural things to himself in so many forms of broken English. The constant traffic snarl just beats you down.

It occurred to me once while sitting in inert traffic on the Hollywood Freeway, “Why do regular people live in LA?” I mean, if you are out here to act or write or be in reality shows or hardcore porn, fine. But why would a teacher or a nurse or an assistant manager at a restaurant want to live in LA? It’s the worst deal in America! It’s like people are thinking, “Hey, where could I sleep on a futon and have roommates, into my forties?… I know, LA!… and I can clog up traffic on the 405 and prevent Phil Perrier from getting to his audition on time!”

So now when I’m driving I’m looking at these people and seething. I feel like saying “Hey, you, yeah you, in the Lexus, texting while you drive, did you know that in Phoenix waitresses own houses?”

But I don’t say that, because the person probably doesn’t speak English. And who the hell am I to interrupt her texting?

If anyone is reading this who has never been out of LA, listen, the rest of the country is MUCH CHEAPER! Really. Gas is like a nickel in Oklahoma. And you can buy a house in Detroit for whatever change you have on you. I’m not kidding. I lived in Athens Georgia before I moved to LA and my rent was less than three hundred a month. You can’t rent a cardboard box in LA for less than a grand a month. And there was no traffic, accept on game day, and parking was never a problem and the earth never shook. But hey, I love LA. Or at least, the San Fernando Valley. I avoid downtown LA the way some people avoid penniless relatives. In fact, if anyone wants to meet with me more than a mile from my house, I get a sad look on my face and say, “Maybe some other time.”

But my point in all this is, if you are reading this and you live in LA, and you are not here pursuing one of the above mentioned dreams, (acting, singing, dancing, writing, porn etc.) then please, leave as soon as humanly possible. Just pack up all your stuff, load it into your twelve year old minivan and move to Las Vegas, or Houston or Denver or San Diego or wherever the hell I’m not. Really, you’ll be glad you did. Everything will be cheaper and easier and the people will be friendly and not completely full of shoot. And everyone won’t be into runes and crystals and all sorts of post hippy, New Agey, California horse shoot.

But I digress. Bottom line, I’m not leaving this town until they pry it from my cold dead fingers. But all you others, please go.
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Please Insult Me, Don Rickles

The stars came out Saturday night in Los Angeles — not for another superfluous awards ceremony, but rather to watch a comic icon perform. “Mr. Warmth,” Don Rickles, played the Saban Theatre in Beverly Hills, his first stand-up performance in 17 years, in the city, in which his career first began.

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Ryan Gosling and Eva Mendes were there, as were Bob Newhart, Bob Saget, Brad Grey and Jason Alexander. I’ve probably seen Rickles perform a dozen times now — from classic showrooms in Las Vegas to concert halls in Clearwater, Florida. If you’re unfamiliar with Don Rickles’s stand-up career, you should immediately head to YouTube. Do not pass go. At 88 years young, Rickles is the last remaining entertainer alive from “The Rat Pack” era. He told the sold out audience Saturday night, “The museum called. They want me.”

Rickles was buddies with Frank Sinatra, who affectionally called him “Bullet Head.” Rickles was the only guy who could insult Frank and live to tell about it. The two were an unlikely pairing — an Italian from Hoboken, New Jersey and a Jew from Jackson Heights, Queens “or as it’s known today, Haiti.” Rickles chirped on Saturday. Sinatra and Rickles became fast friends, largely because of their loving mothers. Rickles’s mother met Sinatra’s, and asked her if she could get Frank to come see her then, struggling, son perform in Miami Beach. Sinatra showed up with some tough guys and Rickles made them laugh. And that was that.

Rickles acted alongside legends, Clark Gable, Burt Lancaster and Robert De Niro. He was a regular on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson Show and continues today on the late night circuit, yukking it up with Letterman, Kimmel and Fallon. Many kids know him as the voice of “Mr. Potato Head” from the animated Toy Story films.

Another name that stuck with Rickles is “The Hockey Puck.” People line up just to hear The Puck insult them. I recall his brilliant guest appearance on The Larry Sanders Show, where a writer stopped Rickles in the hall to ask him if he wouldn’t mind insulting him. You know you’ve made it, when Rickles rips on you. Rickles made it cool to be made fun of.

“Laughter with love” is how Rickles describes his humor. The “Merchant of Venom” understands, more than most, that we need to be able to laugh at everything. He boasts how he survived “getting his can shot off” in the Navy, in the Philippines. Even a recent prolonged leg infection, which leaves him barely able to walk today, has not stopped him from making us laugh. He performed the majority of the night, seated, from a chair — but, still managed to sing, dance and spew glorious venom at those lucky enough to score front seats. He picked off one guy’s female companion for her lack of looks, “The only time you can make love to her is on Halloween.” Another guy was chided for being “a fag” — because he worked as a “personal assistant.” Rickles goes after them all.

For 50 years, the act has not changed. And for that, we should all be grateful. For the man who insults us, also loves us.

L’Chiam, Don Rickles.
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‘Inside Llewyn Davis’ Clip Features Riotous ‘Please Mr. Kennedy’ Performance

We’re counting down the days until the world can set its eyes on the Coen Brothers’ “Inside Llewyn Davis.” (It’s six if your city’s lucky enough to score next weekend’s limited release, 20 if not.)

In the meantime, tide yourself over with this newly released clip in which Llewyn (Oscar Isaac) lands a paying gig performing just the sort of standard tunes he’s trying to avoid. Isaac joins Justin Timberlake and Adam Driver in the clip, which finds the trio playing the boorish “Please Mr. Kennedy.” The scene has already generated some buzz as one of the film’s most humorous moments, so you can either relish the sneak peak or save yourself for the full movie, which recently nabbed two major Independent Spirit Award nominations.
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