First, this submission to I, Anonymous:
Dear group of Grey hipsters + girl: I heard you loudly congratulating yourselves for having been to the Wild Rose, and even liking it (except for your lady friend, who doesn't want "them" hitting on her). Most of us don't even really like the Rose, but you know what? THAT IS OUR ONE BAR. We have ONE. You have approximately one billion places to sit around and talk about how much better Portland is than Seattle, how much you wish you could have babies with your fixed-gear, or whatever it is you talk about when you're not laying claim to the few places that people go specifically to not see scraggly beards or otherwise smug white indie dudes. Your love of Taco Tuesdays doesn't show you're down with lesbians. It's called cultural appropriation. Please get back on your bike, and go back to Linda's.
Then, this fat, hairy, bewanged-and-bodystockinged spin on this (mildly NSFW) image, shot by Annie Leibovitz for Vanity Fair, which I could not love more.

Back in the Clueless days, I wanted to be Alicia Silverstone so I could slow-dance with Paul Rudd. Now, I want to be Paul Rudd, so I could nuzzle a leotarded Seth Rogen, the world's dreamiest Canadian Jew. (Thanks to Towleroad for the pic.)
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