Meet Macey from Clemson

It’s all good in Clemson this week — they’re back in CFP Top 4 thanks to Michigan losing, and they have a huge tilt this weekend against Virginia Tech to cement their spot in the Playoff. With that said, it only makes sense we dedicate today’s college girl post to Tigers cheerleader Macey.

Do you know a college girl we need to meet? Let us know: mail@bustedcoverage.com or IG/@bustedcoverage.

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How to Host the Ultimate Friendsgiving

Traditionally, Thanksgiving is a time for family members to come together and give thanks with food, football, and relaxation. Millennials have now expanded the holiday: more food, more cocktails, more fun.

Friendsgiving is the new way to celebrate, giving friends the opportunity to form their very own traditions. Pinterest has never seen as much action as it is getting this year for all things “Friendsgiving.” And no detail is spared– from invitations to party favors. Host your own Friendsgiving and set the bar high (and fully stocked) with these top trends. Your guests will be blown away by the amount of effort that is evident in the creativity of your party and décor.

 

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A Chat with Author Claire Vaye Watkins on Motherhood, Pandering, and Writing 

Four years ago, Claire Vaye Watkins’s Battleborn, a book of short stories that delved into the harshness of the American West, was a critical success. Battleborn was noted for its fearlessness, its unflinching portraits of individualism and striving, for Wakins’s relentless look at the lives of prostitutes,…

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Hillary Clinton Came Out Last Night To Honor One Of Her Biggest Fangirls Katy Perry

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As Jabba the Trump ate a fancy dinner with his rival-turned-ass kisser Mitt Romney (Note: In this picture of them, it looks like the laxatives Trump spiked in Mitt’s roasted crow cake just kicked in and Trump is fapping over the thought of it.), the reigning President of Pantsuits, Hillary Clinton, laughed to keep from crying (aren’t most of us?) while honoring Katy Perry at the 12th Annual UNICEF Snowflake Ball in NYC last night. Katy nearly campaigned her magnificent chichis off for HRC, but if I was HRC, I would’ve unfriended her ass as soon as she dressed up like a Hills Have Eyes version of me for Halloween.

Katy has been a UNICEF ambassador since 2013 and has raised over $ 1 million for them. So they thanked her by giving her the Audrey Hepburn Humanitarian Award last night. HRC presented Katy with the award. Katy’s man and her naked paddle board chauffeur Orlando Bloom got that same award last year. Katy, who recently wore a ring on her “Look At Me I’m Either Engaged Or Getting That Pap Attention” finger, said these riveting words about Orlando to E! News last night:

“It’s so funny: He was the previous award recipient, He’s just got the most kind heart ever.”

See, this is why I’m not an E! News reporter, because I’d throw Katy an eyelash-burning side-eye and say, “Bitch, who cares about his heart. Tell us about that dick. Grower, shower or somewhere in between?” As a humanitarian, it’s Katy’s job to give something to us needy peen lovers.

And here’s more of Katy Perry who went full on with the snowflake theme. She’s wearing the kind of tasteful gown that a dusty ole’ drag queen would wear while playing the title role in a no-budget community theater production of The Snow Queen. It also kind of looks like a man fairy busted a fiber optic load on her chichis. In other words, I love it!

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Danica Patrick Had a Good Time Promoting Her Clothing Line With HSN

Considering all the workout and yoga posts Danica Patrick hits us with on Instagram, it’s probably not too shocking to learn that she’s launching her own athleisure-inspired fashion line (“Warrior”) in January.

And with the big launch just over a month away, Danica’s busy doing some promotional work with HSN. This video should inspire (or possibility intimidate?) the average home-shopping viewer to buy some workout gear:

Good news for the fellas out there who want to pick up yoga pants for their significant other: the prices aren’t crazy at $ 29-$ 90.

Of course, she’s back on that workout grind today:

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Late Check­-In: Brooklyn

It’s Friday night and I’m reclining in a low leather chair, sipping a gin-and-lemon concoction and eyeing the well-dressed crowd gathered at Westlight, the rooftop bar at the  brand-new Williamsburg hotel William Vale. I nibble my smoked salmon puff and watch a brunette in a white jumpsuit and floppy hat slink past the DJ spinning lounge music. For months, I’ve been watching the 23-story behemoth, on the summit of which I am now reclining, rise on Wythe Avenue. You can’t miss it: The building, by local architecture firm Albo Liberis, is by far the tallest in the neighborhood. It also houses ever-popular restaurateur Andrew Carmellini’s first Brooklyn venture. And though it seems out of scale now, it’s likely a premonition of what’s to come. 

Among the cognoscenti, it’s common knowledge that Brooklyn rivals Manhattan as New York City’s hippest borough. According to a report by the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce, in the last seven years, the area’s population growth has outpaced not only that of Manhattan, but also that of the city, state and country. Between 2009 and 2014, tourism and entertainment employment in Brooklyn grew at more than twice the rate they did in New York state as a whole, and the restaurant and bar industry accounted for more than 81 percent of that growth. The scene may have started with scrappy, homegrown spots like Diner, by the Williamsburg Bridge, but today it’s flush with Michelin-starred eateries and award-winning cocktail lounges. 

Now, finally, the borough’s hospitality offerings are catching up. Eight new hotels opened between January 2014 and August 2016, and 29 more are coming down the pipeline, according to NYC & Company, the city’s tourism authority. 

A room at The Williamsburg Hotel.

“The idea used to be that you’d stay in Brooklyn when you couldn’t afford to stay in Manhattan, or you’d stay in Brooklyn when you were screwed and couldn’t get a room in Manhattan because they were all sold out,” says Peter Lawrence, co-owner of Williamsburg’s Wythe Hotel—the borough’s first prominent boutique property, which opened in 2012. “I think if our project proved anything, it’s that people want to stay in Brooklyn.” Indeed, demand for hotel rooms is so high that when the Wythe Hotel is booked, Lawrence’s team refers would-be guests to the William Vale. With 183 rooms and suites, it’s more than double the size of its neighbor, and luxe in a way I tend to associate with properties across the river. Its largest suite, the Vale Garden Residence, is an airy two-bedroom duplex with an oversize terrace, a living wall, a jacuzzi, a marble dining table and a rate of $ 6,000 a night. There’s marble everywhere. If it hadn’t been for the agro-urban herb garden near the pool, I’d have thought I was in Miami.

Unsurprisingly, hipster-chic Williamsburg will see the highest concentration of Brooklyn’s new hotels and its buzziest, most upscale offerings. A block south of the Wythe Hotel, the new Williamsburg Hotel boasts 150 rooms and suites, Harvey (a restaurant helmed by former Vetri chef de cuisine Adam Leonti), a rooftop pool deck, and a bar in a retrofitted water tower, because—Brooklyn. Owner Toby Moskovits, who traces her Williamsburg roots to an immigrant grandfather, assembled a powerhouse team, tapping Evan Altman and James Stuart—their collective rap sheet includes the Gramercy Park Hotel, the Standard Hotels, the Bowery Hotel and the Jane Hotel—as managing directors. Just down the street, trendy British group the Hoxton has broken ground on a 175-room property. And on Driggs and Metropolitan, Pod Hotels will open a modular tower that will harbor April Bloomfield’s first Brooklyn restaurant.

But Williamsburg is far from the only neighborhood getting a tourism facelift. Hotels are breaking ground from Greenpoint and Bushwick to Bed-Stuy and Downtown Brooklyn. A few blocks from the Barclays Center, InterContinental Hotels Group recently debuted an outpost of Even, its wellness-focused hotel brand. And the Bossert Hotel, a landmarked grande dame once known as the “Waldorf Astoria of Brooklyn” (the Brooklyn Dodgers celebrated their 1955 World Series win there) and operated since the 1980s as a free hotel by the Jehovah’s Witnesses, will be reborn next year as the Esplendor Bossert. Run by Argentine group Fën Hotels, the property will retain many of its original details, including its grand staircases and chandeliers. It will not retain the Witnesses’ pricing structure. 

One of the most exciting openings of 2017 will be 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge, the third location of the eco-conscious mini-empire developed by Barry Sternlicht and Starwood Capital. The brand’s first two properties, on Miami’s South Beach and near Manhattan’s Central Park, received widespread acclaim for their thoughtful design, use of natural materials like stone, reclaimed wood and living plants, and efforts to reduce waste and energy consumption. 1 Hotel Brooklyn Bridge will be equally green, with a spa, a rooftop bar and a restaurant by acclaimed chef Seamus Mullen—all right in Brooklyn Bridge Park, one of the borough’s most beloved public spaces. While the park may be strikingly egalitarian, the hotel will attract the kind of traveler who can pay $ 500 a night for a suite with organic cotton sheets and views of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Even up-and-coming Gowanus, full of warehouses and artist studios, will get a boutique hotel next year: the Gowanus Inn & Yard, a 78-room property from Matt Abramcyk, the hospitality guru behind SoHo’s Navy restaurant and the industrial-chic Tiny’s & the Bar Upstairs, in Tribeca. 

A view of the Manhattan skyline from the Gotham Corner Suite at
the William Vale.

Carlo Scissura, president and CEO of the Brooklyn Chamber of Commerce, is optimistic about the influx of upscale hotels and confident there’s enough demand to fill them. “Hotels don’t open if tourists aren’t coming; it’s that simple,” he says. Fair-— but who are these tourists?

According to James Stuart, managing director of the Williamsburg Hotel, “Our [typical] guest has been to New York many times and is looking to explore the rich neighborhoods [beyond Manhattan].” And according to Peter Lawrence, the Wythe Hotel tends to attract niche travelers from cities like Paris, Copenhagen and Tokyo, who look to Manhattan’s hipster cousin for everything edgy. (Cases in point: Le Bon Marché, in Paris, hosted a Brooklyn-themed pop-up shop last year, and tour companies like New York Off Road offer street art tours of Bushwick conducted in French.) The Brooklyn brand is so hot that Lawrence has been approached about creating a little Wythe Hotel in Tokyo.

To the eye of this Brooklynite, stylish European tourists don’t stand out much, but as the night progresses at Westlight, I notice more of the short-skirted, stilettoed bridge-and-tunnel types that have always flocked to “hot” nightlife spots (read: Meatpacking District hotels that have bouncers instead of doormen). For the time being, they’re still in the minority. My friend takes a sip of her mezcal cocktail and murmurs, “I hope it stays this chill.” We go out onto the terrace to take in the sweeping views; it’s partially sectioned off for a private event attended by women in floor-length gowns. I wonder if they represent the logical conclusion of Brooklyn’s continued gentrification. For now, at least, it’s too soon to tell. 

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Probably The Most Powerful Thing I’ve Seen On Television This Year

I found out my older brother was gay when I jokingly called him gay to one of our coworkers.

True story.

«Yeah,» said the co-worker absentmindedly, busy finishing his work for the day «but he’s a great guy. What are you gonna do?»

That was 1986. Words like that were still de rigueur in my family and I was decidedly not the type of dude I am today. I didn’t mean anything by it, and in using that word back then it certainly wasn’t meant to be loaded. Back then, calling someone ‘gay’ didn’t mean you thought they were actually gay. Everyone I knew used it. It was more like saying «what a jerk.» We obviously know more about the power of microaggressions now. Nevertheless, that’s what I said, and that’s how I found out. Just kind of making fun of my brother to a mutual friend, and it was laid there in front of me, bright as the light of day.

«What are you gonna do?» Said the co-worker. «What are you gonna do?»

Because what could we do? He already bore the mark of the beast, right? He was already damaged goods. He was already less of a man, if he still counted as a man at all.

That’s how it was back then.

When I found out, I went to the bathroom, a single-person kind, and turned on both water faucets to high, because I thought I’d probably cry. What else would you do when you find out a nightmare of that magnitude?

Instead, I just stared at my face in the mirror, there in that shitty little bathroom on the ‘sales’ floor of my dad’s crummy, black-hole-of-Calcutta-esque factory and thought of my big brother. He used this bathroom all the time. He probably looked in that mirror a thousand times, and each time he saw a gay man. Holy shit.

My poor brother.

He must have felt so alone.

By then he had drifted away from the family a bit and I had just started high school so I was kind of never home and he was rarely around. He and I were never as close as we might have been with an eleven year age difference between us, and so I wrote him a letter. I don’t remember what it said other than I knew and I loved him and to please not fade away. I never heard back. But I heard that he got it, and that he appreciated it. I just never heard it from him. We’ve never talked about it.

He endured so much. I never told anyone else, but eventually my family found out and they didn’t understand. They tried to push him to conversion therapy. My dad, a child of the depression, was embarrassed. How could his genes have created a person so…flawed?

It was awful for a long time. But to his credit, my dad talked to my brother and tried to understand. He read his bible, and prayed for answers and ultimately decided to just accept my brother as part of god’s plan. Admittedly not my avenue of choice, but okay. The outcome was kindness and love and I don’t care how you get there as long as you get there. Bizarrely, what really helped was my brother’s long-time partner is probably the funniest person in the universe. He lampoons my dad so blithely and flawlessly every time they see each other that it somehow softened my dad’s reluctance to accept. My dad loved having him around. He’s still around, still the absolute life of the party, decades later. Alas, the lord works in mysterious ways.

Slowly, as the world changed, and more of the younger generation in my family began to come out, it was less of a thing, until it became a virtual non-thing.

When my brother and his partner got married a couple of years ago, pretty much my whole family was there. My dad in his suit. My conservative brothers. Time had healed wounds and my family had healed and grown with it. A lot can happen with prejudice when love is a factor.

The reason I bring all of this up is because I was watching Survivor last week (this season is so damn good, and some of you know I’ve been giddy about recapping it) and there was this amazing scene. Like, one of the best things I’ve seen on television this year.

(You can watch it here. Start at the 56:00 minute mark.)

Two Survivor contestants were sitting on the beach, drinking beers from a reward challenge they had won. The premise for this season, and the thing that originally hooked me, is Survivor: Gen-X vs. Millennials. So we have one of each in this scene. There’s no one else around when the older one, Bret, a Boston Police Sergeant, says to the younger one, Zeke, an Asset Manager:

«Well, I will tell you. You’re not the only gay guy out here.»

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And Zeke is like «you?»

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Right away I’m like holy fuck. Because his straight-guy act was so perfect that even the one other gay guy’s gaydar never sniffed him out.

And Bret says:

«Shhhhh. I’m playin’ a game here.»

And Bret, in that moment, reminded me of my brother. Also from Boston. Who also was forced for decade after decade to craft this straight-guy shell. To have this exterior that didn’t necessarily match his interior. Because around him in every direction, family, vocation, gym, sports teams & society itself, was a world that wasn’t ready for his inner person to be his only person.

Period.

And Zeke is just shocked. He immediately gets up and toasts Bret, and they share this moment. And Bret tells him that he was planning on telling everyone, but then he ended up aligned with this macho group of guys…

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…and a church worker named Sunday and he says «I just gotta shut my mouth here. It just didn’t happen.»

Now, that’s not to say those guys are homophobes. We have no idea how they would have reacted, but the smart money was on not even risking it.

I was moved watching this. Because Bret must have spent his whole life just defaulting to that course of action. Fuckin A. The Boston Police Department? It’s much more progressive than a lot of other departments, but still. That world? It must have been so tough for him. My brother doesn’t have a single friend from high school. He had two really close buddies who absolutely dropped him like a hot coal when they found out he was gay. Can you imagine? Because as a straight guy I’ve never had to endure one solitary second of that. Not the hiding, not the confusion, not the loss, and not watching loved ones step away from me because of who I was. None of it.

Zeke is just processing all of this, and Bret says:

«I’m from a different generation. We don’t talk about it.

And then we’re back to Bret’s talking head piece and he says:

«I didn’t grow up in a time when it was normal to talk about being gay. And the Millennials DO NOT CARE. Zeke finds comfort in being himself and I think that’s great! And I’m hoping that, as my life goes on, from here on out, I can be that way.

And then we’re back to the beach, where Bret is talking about his experience:

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«I’ve never had a problem. You know what I mean? You tell your friends, nobody cares. It’s just in my head. It’s been in my head my whole life, y’know?

And Bret shrugs.

You become forty and you’re like ‘I don’t care what anyone thinks of me,’ y’know? I am who I am. I have great friends, I do whatever I do, y’know what I mean? So.

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His voice just kind of trails off and this is how he looks. And you get the feeling that the voice in his head is so goddamn powerful, and his self-image and life experiences are so overwhelmingly terrifying that he may never get there. Just look at him thinking there. Look at what that man had to deal with. What he’s still very much actively dealing with.

Zeke, a vibrant Survivor game-player and a millennial who wears his sexuality openly, says:

«It’s interesting because I never even thought about not saying anything.

HOLY SHIT.

Then we get Zeke’s talking head, where he elaborates:

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«I owe a lot to Bret’s generation. I would not be able to come out at 15 were there not the pioneers who paved the way. And I really think he reflects the Millennial / Gen-X divide, right? He spent time in the military during the don’t ask don’t tell era where he couldn’t have been in the military if he told people he was gay. And I’m excited that Bret is now getting a chance to reap the rewards of what he has sown.

Something drew me to Survivor this season. This is season thirty three and I probably haven’t seen it since season five or six, but this is the reason I tuned in. This amazing, phenomenal TV moment. You want to know a major difference between Gen-X and Millennials?

This.

The fact that, in only a few short years, one generation was in hiding and the next one gets to be open. So open, in fact, that the option of hiding didn’t even cross his mind. I mean, holy fucking shit. This is definitely the greatest thing I’ve seen on television this year. And yes, I’ve seen great television that I gush about regularly, but that’s FICTION. This is a man’s life. This is the chronicling of a huge generational shift, right before our eyes. It’s real. It’s powerful. This is the best of what that often-gross, usually corrupt medium of reality TV has to offer. Truth. Human truth.

«I’ve lived with not saying anything.» Says Bret. «So for me to come out here and not say anything? I’ve lived like that.«

Because he had to.

But we can bear witness to a world, a much much better world, where people get to be who they are, all the time. Without fear of reprisal.

I’m a guy who used to casually use hateful epithets. But a few years ago, I was visiting a close friend in California, and while we were hanging out making out plans for the afternoon, his brother in law came home. He was about ten years younger than us, handsome and charismatic. Kind of a kinetic, wry, modern day Oscar Wilde type with a twenty-eight inch waistline and hair that’s never going to recede.

My friend said «David, this is [Lord Castleton]. He’s one of my closest friends on the planet earth, we used to work together, he’s from Boston, and he’s visiting for the night. [Lord Castleton], this is David. David is my brother in law, he’s gay, he’s staying with us for the summer and he’s studying art.

And I shook his hand and said «Hey David! Nice to meet you. We’re going to grab a late lunch. You should join us if you’re not doing anything.»

Okay. So fast forward a few years and I’m visiting my friend again and hanging out with his wife and she’s talking about her little brother and she says that he’s trying to figure out a way to pop over and see me during my visit because «of course, he loooooooves you.»

And I was like huh? What?

«Oh, you don’t know?» She says.

Because when I had first met him, her husband (my friend), had kind of jumped the gun because David had just come out to them, and they weren’t ideally supposed to tell anyone.

«But he told you and David was like in shock for a split second. But you immediately accepted him and invited him to hang out and you made it so that him being gay wasn’t a thing. He was terrified that being gay meant he couldn’t be a ‘man’ or a ‘guy’ any more. And you, [Lord Castleton] who is so very clearly a straight man, just accepting him for who he was? It was a big moment in his life and it gave him the confidence to be more open about it with everyone.»

I got tears in my eyes when she told me that, because I had no idea about the weight of that exchange and thank god I didn’t accidentally mess it all up. But I remember the moment, and I remember not really knowing what to say since it was kind of odd that my friend threw in being gay as part of his brother in law’s resume and…he seemed great, so I was like come hang out. That’s it.

You would never think that a person that…fabulous (he is, honestly) would give a rat’s ass about the opinion of a ballcap-wearing troglodyte like me. But in retrospect, that’s exactly why it mattered.

Thus, as it played out, the quantum magic of my general, waking stupidity and having a teeny-tiny bit of limited experience with people coming out because of living most of my life in the theater and film worlds, ended up helping one person feel a little less misunderstood.

Thank fucking god.

The point is that if I can change, and grow and hopefully contribute to moving this gigantic stone even a fraction of the way up the hill, then anyone can. I repeat: I found out about my brother being gay because I casually called him gay. I’m shaking my head as I type this. Who the hell was I back then?

What I saw on Survivor was life affirming. Everyone my age or older has pretty much had some experience of being gay in the way Bret has. More and more, my younger gay friends are showing signs of being like Zeke. Where it’s just something that is, has been and always will be. Even now, at the zenith of accepting society, true open acceptance seems to only happen in fiercely won parts of the country that are thought of as gay-friendly. San Francisco. West Hollywood. Provincetown. When we have to label something gay-friendly, it obviously implies that outside of those areas, society is significantly less so.

That scene on Survivor was powerful, and gave me a glimpse at a better world. But as much as we’d like to, we can’t just sit here and pat ourselves on the back. We can’t remotely say ‘mission accomplished’ because if the current political crisis in this country confirms anything, somewhere around half the citizens of this country aren’t altogether cool with this sort of progress. Which means that in the coming years, millions upon millions of gay and trans people may be forced to go back into hiding. Until this election, I remember feeling that we, as a civilization, were inexorably on a course of understanding and moral principle. That as much as the assholes in congress wanted to bring us back to the dark ages, they couldn’t stop the momentum of fairness and inclusion and decency.

But with more bigots and hatemongers propelled to even higher offices, that future is somewhat in jeopardy.

So, it’s incumbent upon all of us, especially those of us who haven’t necessarily had the repressive boot of societal stupidity pressing on our necks our whole lives, to stand up. To take up the cause of equality. Not just for our gay and trans friends, but minorities from all walks of life. We have made such great strides in this country, but we have to keep fighting, even that much harder in the face of overt callous ignorance and hatred, to keep building a world where everyone -for any reason- gets to be a Zeke.

«I never even thought of it.»

We may mess up along the way. I’m still enough of a relic that I get mixed up about when to use the term cisgender. I may have unintentionally used ‘straight’ improperly in this very piece. I may unintentionally still be promoting norms from my childhood. I may still, unintentionally, be saying the wrong terms or seeing things through the spectacles of a long dead reality. I don’t know, but by all the love left in the world, I want to be better. I want to help. I want to be on the right side of things.

Bret deserves better. David deserves better. My brother deserves better.

Everyone deserves to just be who they are.

I spent time with my brother this weekend, and while we’re very different people, I love him with every fiber of my being. And I’m humbled by the strength of his convictions and the unwavering courage with which he’s walked the road of life. He’s an inspiration to me. Always has been. Always will be.

We all need that kind of hope. So the next time you get too depressed, watch this scene — from Survivor of all things — and think about how far we’ve come in only one generation.

And then dig your heels in and fight for more.

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Not Gonna Lie, Mariah Carey’s Impossibly Strict Diet Sounds Fancy and Delicious

Strict diets are generally unsustainable and can be dangerous. This is very important to note. I do not advocate for any particular diet of any kind, let alone the unyieldingly strict kind. Talk to a dietitian. Be good to yourself. Definitely never listen to me for any reason.

Because if you were to listen to me, I’d tell you that Photoshop aficionado Mariah Carey’s diet? It sounds pretty fucking elegant.

«It’s really hard. My diet, you would hate it,» Carey told E! News recently while promoting the Dec. 4 premiere of her new E! docs-series Mariah’s World. «All you eat is Norwegian salmon and capers every day. That’s it.»

That’s it, that’s all she eats. Salmon and capers. Does she throw in champagne, too? I KNOW YOU DO, MARIAH. I KNOW YOU.

As an elegant fancy lady about town (she typed with egg yolk in her hair), I could get into this diet. Put some caviar on that shit on your cheat day. Look at a bagel and sing «Dreamlover» to it. Fall apart two days in and eat an entire cake. I’M IN.

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The ACLU Has Filed Lawsuits In Three States to Protect Abortion Rights

Planned Parenthood president Cecile Richards announced on Twitter this Wednesday that the Center for Reproductive Rights and the ACLU have filed lawsuits in Alaska, Missouri and North Carolina. The lawsuits are an attempt to protect abortion rights in states that have been accruing legislature making access to safe…

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