Wrapping up a gift is half of the fun of giving it to someone, and now you can add even more love to it with any of these celebrity wrapping papers. Just imagine tearing into the face of Kanye West or the booty of Kim Kardashian to reveal what’s underneath. You’ll watch in awe, and the gift-getter will love every minute of it.
Are you ready for Avengers: Infinity War? I hope so, because you’re going to need every last bit of your emotions in check to handle Marvel’s trailer for the epic team-up flick. The film sees all of your favorite heroes — Captain America, Black Panther, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Doctor Strange, The Hulk, Black Widow, Thor, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and more — joining forces to put an end to Thanos’s (Josh Brolin) wrath. Can they do it? We’ll have to wait until the movie hits theaters on May 4 to find out.
Here’s a gambling tip for today…
Bet the favorites. Yep, you heard me. It may not be fun, it may not be interesting, but if things hold like they’ve been going, you’ll thank me.
Starting in Week 7, NFL favorites have gone 54-24-7 against the spread, covering at least 60 percent of the games in each week. This 69 percent overall cover rate is an anomaly: According to Bet Labs, NFL favorites have covered the spread in just 49.9 percent of all games since 2003. In Weeks 1-6 this season, favorites went 38-52 against the spread.
Over the past two weeks, favorites have gone 22-7-1 ATS, an absurd 75.9 percent clip.
Now, of course, every single underdog will hit.
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The Netflix comedy-drama series She’s Gotta Have It may be centered around sex-positive, polyamorous, pansexual, feminist, Brooklynite artist Nola Darling (DeWanda Wise), but it’s gold-grill-rocking Mars Blackmon, one of Nola’s three male lovers, played by Anthony Ramos, who’s poised to have viewers of Spike Lee’s reboot based on the film of the same name wanting more.
Look past the wide glasses and quirky outfits, and Ramos might be a familiar face, and voice, to anyone who found themselves caught up in the Hamilton: An American Musical craze. His big break came in 2015 when he made his Broadway debut alongside Lin-Manuel Miranda in the hit hip-hop musical, playing both celebrated soldier John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton’s ill-fated son Philip during the show’s original run before leaving the production in late 2016. In addition to his stage career, Ramos also appeared in TVLand’s Younger, the Sundance indie film White Girl, and most recently, the Will and Grace revival.
If Ramos seems right at home in the modern-day Brooklyn setting of She’s Gotta Have It, it’s with good reason: he grew up in Brooklyn’s Bushwick neighborhood and honed his singing, dancing, and acting chops at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Ramos may already be a Grammy winner due to his work on the Hamilton cast album, but he fills pretty big shoes by taking on the role of lovable sneakerhead Mars Blackmon, originally played by Spike Lee himself. Instead of replicating Lee’s performance, Ramos puts a unique spin on the role, channeling his own Puerto Rican heritage into the character and reinventing Mars for a new generation.
Up next for the 26-year-old is a role in the Bradley Cooper-directed remake of A Star Is Born starring Lady Gaga and a part in next Summer’s Godzilla: King of the Monsters. If a budding film and TV career wasn’t enough, Ramos is also gearing up for the release of his debut solo album. Bring it on, Ramos. We’ve gotta have it.
Now that’s love. UsWeekly says that Lady Gaga’s fiancé Christian Carino got his bride-to-be’s mug tattooed on his arm just under his shoulder. It’s either big love, or he got it because she changes her look up so often that he wanted to be able to identify her on an hourly basis. Seriously, she must go to the john in one outfit and come back in another. It’s a revolving door of lewk in that joint.
The picture on the right below is apparently the one of which the tattoo artist worked. He probably should have gone with a pic of her in the Kermit get-up. Why? Because a Kermit-related tattoo is a lot brighter and life-affirming than Gaga looking like a bordello worker from the far-flung future topped off with Ms. Lion’s hairdo from Spider-Man And His Amazing Friends.
Lady Gaga’s new boyfriend Christian has a tattoo of her on his arm. pic.twitter.com/ZjGNZCC4Bi
— Gaga Daily (@gagadaily) November 17, 2017
Gaga and talent agent Christian (he reps Harry Styles and a certain irritating shithead) got engaged last summer after he asked Gaga’s dad for permission. Gaga recently revealed in her HBO documentary Gaga: Five Foot Two (personally I had to shut it off when I realized she wasn’t going to take off the thong leotard and jeans combo immediately) that she suffers from fibromyalgia. She’s postponed the European leg of her Joanne Tour to get better and a source says the couple’s focused on her recovering ahead of wedding plans.
Gaga was previously engaged to sexxxy TV firefighter Taylor Kinney, but they broke up in July of last year.
Getting your girlfriend – sorry, fiancée’s visage permanently emblazoned on your arm is a bold move. The “Wino Forever” strategy isn’t going to work in this case if they break up. That’s a big face. Christian is going to need to use the expensive laser scrub, or turn her picture into someone else. You could probably create early Cher with some Bump-Its in. Or Morticia Addams. Severely depressed Harley Quinn. Or just utilize the lewk she was going for, and retool it as “haughty alien.” Even better, you could try to make it into Gaga’s wax figure, which will scare people so much that they won’t EVER ask you what the eff that is.
Remember the old Bama bag, Sheree Brush, who blew smoke at the Tuscaloosa cop before being dragged out of her seat at a game a couple weeks ago? That video was all over the place and was pretty much what you’d expect out of a Bama fan. Now we get the police body cam with audio of how the cop handled the situation.
Cop: “You gotta put that out. You can’t smoke in the stadium.”
Bama bag: [takes a drag]
Cop: “Come on with me.”
Bama bag: [freaks out]
Bama bag Sheree is a 60-year-old hag from Fairhope, Alabama who has outrageous claims about the ordeal.
She claims she was simply handing the cigarette to the officer to put it out. The officer then grabs one of Brush’s wrists and drags her out of her seat. Brush says she’s still suffering in more ways than one from this ordeal, WVUA reports.
Brush told WVUA 23 she was not charged with any crime, but has hired an attorney to seek legal action. Tuscaloosa Police Department has not identified the officer seen in the video, but the department’s internal affairs division is investigating the incident.
Of course the cop handled this like a professional and Bama bag acted like a typical entitled idiot. What’s new in this world?
Before you even start, it’s hardly a spoiler that Superman is in Justice League — he’s on the movie poster!
Reactions to Justice League have been extreme, to say the least. While critics have mostly panned Warner Bros.’s latest foray into the DCEU (it currently holds a 37% on Rotten Tomatoes), diehard fans insist it’s not so bad. Fortunately there’s one aspect of the superhero film everyone seems to agree on:
those bikinis are extremely sexist Henry Cavill looks like human Shrek.
Wait . . . what?
Over the Summer, Justice League underwent some reshoots that happened to conflict with Cavill’s upcoming role in M:I 6 — Mission Impossible, for which he’d grown a striking mustache. Instead of, I don’t know, just shaving it off and wearing a fake one for M:I 6 since Clark Kent/Superman obviously can’t have a big mustache, Cavill kept the facial hair throughout his JL reshoots (he was reportedly forbade by Paramount to get rid of it). So, some genius at Warner Bros. then had the bright idea to just get rid of Cavill’s mustache in postproduction with CGI.
That brings us back to human Shrek. Yes, human Shrek. Remember in Shrek 2 when the titular ogre is transformed into a «handsome» human man? Well, since the lower half of Cavill’s face is CGI’d over in Justice League, it gives him a kind of uncanny valley appearance. In other words, he kind of, sort of, looks like Shrek does as a human. It’s unsettling.
Fortunately for all of us, Twitter had some thoughts on the CGI disaster.
We’re all about firing up the Duke haters here on BC, so we obviously have to share this video of Wendell Carter Jr. dropping Michigan State’s Ben Carter with an elbow during tonight’s game:
Wendell Carter has no business being in this game. Should've been an ejection pic.twitter.com/5Y1WP2aKJh
— Andrew Doughty (@Adoughty88) November 15, 2017
Before you all set your crosshairs on Wendell, do note that Ben was spotted tugging on his jersey before contact:
He's trying to get free – dude shouldn't have been riding him pic.twitter.com/OKhh4cGIS5
— AaronRodgersMustache (@AR12stashe) November 15, 2017
Is that license to flail your elbow near a guy’s face? Nope. But it’s Duke so Wendell skated with a technical foul and finished out the game. He recorded a double-double with 12 points and 12 rebounds in 27 minutes.
Another look at that ‘bow:
Carter on Carter crime. That was a heavy elbow by Wendell Carter Jr there. pic.twitter.com/LswVQhEDuL
— Andrew Jerell Jones (@sluggahjells) November 15, 2017
Every now and then, amidst the countless hours I spend on the addictive cesspool that is Twitter, I encounter a tweet that’s gone viral or I accidentally click on the Moments tab and hear of such an incident (I refuse to believe anyone has purposefully clicked on that Moments tab, it’s just not done). Going viral is a skillful accident that I’ve experienced a number of times under my own name, and it comes with a unique kind of surreal feeling that’s tough to describe: It’s a microcosm of fame and acclaim that makes you feel hyper-exposed on a platform that already breeds a discomfiting level of familiarity with the unknown. It’s also extremely difficult to engineer, with obviously tailored tweets feeling awkward and strained in a manner that inspires memories of Steve Buscemi in 30 Rock saying ‘How do you do, fellow kids?’ True hype is organic, and viral fame comes with a combination of wit, timing and sheer dumb luck. You could spend hours trying to pull it off and get nowhere. Believe me, I know.
Before I entered the realm of online journalism and became the fiery pop culture hot takes merchant you read today, I worked for two years at a company that specialized in online and social media based marketing of towns and small businesses. I’d been unemployed for the entirety of the previous year, during which time I had fine-tuned my Twitter abilities to a level of prowess that bordered the intersections of cultural commentator, online diarist, media critic and bad beat poet. When you’re broke and alone and utterly bereft of opportunities, you turn to the places where you know gratification is instant, and since LiveJournal was in the middle of a prolonged death, Twitter was my cruel ally. It only made sense that the site would become the shovel with which I could dig myself out of that hole and back into the real world.
My job was to man the fort of various Twitter and Facebook accounts, wherein we would promote small businesses in an array of locations and promote our own apps that would show the user a detailed map of their area for their consumer needs. What started as a three month part-time internship became my full-time job, one I heartily enjoyed until the redundancy notice was served two years later. As you can imagine, I quickly returned to Twitter to air my emotions on that subject.
When you’re working in social media, a field of business that’s still very new but rapidly growing, you spend a lot of time explaining to other people exactly what it is you do for a living, and you quickly find that such a task is more difficult than imagined. I know what I did for a job 4 days a week and on occasional evenings and weekends, but parsing it down to ‘I tweeted’ felt reductive. I could always hear the formation of a Daily Mail think-piece on the lazy evils of millennials every time I started the spiel once more. People are quick to tell you that you don’t have a real job, or that any stupid kid could do what you do, even though most of those doubters would run away in fear if asked to schedule 4 weeks of social media content in one afternoon.
Social media is all about the personality. Go onto my Twitter page and I’m reasonably sure you can get a detailed insight into what kind of person I am within 25 tweets. For people like me who owe a lot to the site, as messy and emotionally agonizing as it can be, we pour a lot of ourselves into our online presence. These days, I’m always aware of how a random tweet I knock out about this year’s Oscars or a bite-sized review of a TV episode I watched could be spotted by an editor with potential work in the pipeline. Your personality becomes your brand, and yes, I am aware of how incredibly depressing that is.
It’s different when you’re the voice behind a different face. Nowadays, even the most mundane brand or company has a Twitter account, and the pressure is on to make an impact in an over-saturated field where everyone is fighting for one like. For me, I often found it oddly dreamlike to pretend to be a brand: You have to tread an increasingly fine line between marketing, friendship, hot takes and customer service. It requires a personality utterly free of the traits of one; a kind of breathless enthusiasm with no real opinions to its name. you become incredibly aware of how something seemingly mundane could be misinterpreted or taken out of context, like posting a news story about a development from the local council. If the story is negative about the political party in charge of the council, you easily could find yourself barraged by supporters of that party chastising you for your perceived bias, or become the canvas for others to post their political grievances in either direction.
Try sharing an update from the local food-bank and it won’t take long for political skirmishes to break out in your mentions (true story: This happened once and that area’s local MP, who was kind of a disgraced figure, got involved and all I could do was watch the carnage unfold. Any response or action on my end would have just added to the mess). Do something as simple as tweet your enjoyment of a TV show and people will have no qualms about letting all their feelings hang out, which are seldom positive. That doesn’t even cover the chaos if you get a fact about a place you’re covering wrong.
Some social media gurus have turned the occupation into an art form, imbued with charm and a distinctly idiosyncratic approach that’s essentially the opposite of everything I was taught. Denny’s have a Twitter account that’s so effectively strange and funny that places like Forbes and Buzzfeed dedicate regular column inches to it. It’s become a regular occurrence for us to see a tweet from a well-known brand that makes even the most hardened cynic laugh and click to retweet. The pressure is always on to beat the last tweet that went viral, and that’s impossible to replicate. What worked on Monday probably won’t on the Friday.
That rush to get your weekly numbers up, as I did for my job, is exhausting, and I was doing it on the low-end of exposure. Think of the social media people just trying to do their jobs who end up in battles on behalf of their brand, and the people who angrily tweet at you thinking you’re responsible for every evil linked to the name you work under. Twitter’s an easy platform to dehumanise people on, but that’s made all the easier when you’re working under a logo and not a name. Most of the people sneering at or dismissing you don’t know how many hours you’re working a day or how tough it can be to meet the weekly targets, or how petty you get when a colleague does a better job on a tweet and you spend way too long thinking about how your 140 characters were better than theirs. They don’t take into account the growing fear of going viral in the wrong way or the constant dread of that person insulting you finding out you’re a woman so they can add gendered slurs to their roster of hate. Anyone can tweet, but making it your job is a feat that never gets its due.
I miss a lot about that job. I liked the work and my colleagues and being 5 minutes from a top-notch sandwich place, but I can’t say I’ve a desire to return to it. Watching fast food brands fight it out for the top shade has its charms, but as someone who knows exactly how much work went into that, it mostly leaves me feeling exhausted.
But obviously, you should all follow me on Twitter now.