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Congratulations to Betnijah Laney-Hamilton for throwing herself off the team.
Not to be toxic but when was someone gonna tell me the difference in Miles and Fudd’s point totals so far is almost entirely negated if you disregard points from FTs.
Olivia currently has 370 points to Azzi’s 278, but Olivia has also shot 89/99 FT attempts compared to Azzi’s 12/16 FT attempts.
I’m sorry but after seeing this alongside every other comparison, they really should be getting talked about in the ROTY convo like they’re neck and neck. Like ROTY will almost certainly go to Olivia bc her impact on Minne is just enormous bc of the system and circumstances — and she’s translated so so well in general and deserves it…but like GODDAMN. Put some respect on Azzi’s name. If you step back and watch, or at least just look beyond the surface level stats her impact is crazy too.
Olivia for ROTY sure, awesome. BUT, Azzi is right there with her and should be a lock for All-Defensive Team too.
Yeah, if you arbitrarily ignore those 92 points and the 77 additional assists and the 59 additional rebounds, they're neck and neck. Azzi is doing fine, but this is silly.
The juvenile song Taylor Swift writes about her disgusting MSG wedding will be the song of next summer.
Emerald Fennell sets out to shock with her maximalist take on Emily Brontë's classic novel, but her grand vision lacks depth or heart.
"So what does Fennell bring to this world? Great gowns, beautiful gowns, by costume legend Jacqueline Durran, that nonetheless feel completely separate from the story being told around them. Suzie Davies’ undeniably impressive production design, particularly in making Thrushcross Grange feel like the Overlook Hotel if it was decorated by Simone Rocha, and one certified Charli XCX ft. John Cale anti-banger in ‘House’ (the rest of the Charli songs used in the film feel intrusive, notably ‘Chains of Love’ over the climactic, yet oddly lacking climax, Cathy and Heathcliff sex montage). Fennell’s eye for detail and ability to assemble a great roster of collaborators is not in dispute; she enthusiastically swings for the fences and there are absolutely striking visuals within Wuthering Heights, as there very much were in Saltburn (also shot by DoP Linus Sandgren). But what good is creating such a beautiful world if it’s so vacant? There is nothing that resonates below the surface here; this is a half-remembered story dressed in a beautiful gown that seems destined for TikTok fan edits and Pinterest mood boards rather than soul-stirring emotional catharsis. We are guided by the hand, instructed on how to feel at every moment, and trusted with nothing. If love cannot exist without trust, why are we doing any of this?
A final observation: in anticipation of the film’s release, Fennell programmed a series at the BFI IMAX of titles that inspired her version of Wuthering Heights, including Liliana Cavani’s The Night Porter, David Cronenberg’s Crash, Park Chan-Wook’s The Handmaiden, Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, Mervyn LeRoy’s Random Harvest and Catherine Breillat’s Bluebeard. A veritable bounty of great films that should have been a promising indicator of things to come, but in retrospect only serve as a warning that liking great art doesn’t necessarily result in making great art yourself. Then again, perhaps that’s never been Fennell’s intention. Great art certainly doesn’t sell H+M capsule collections or Kleenex brand collabs."
This shit slaps. I've missed Ted.
ICE agent Jonathan Ross, who shot and killed Renee Good in Minneapolis on Jan. 7, once told neighbors he was a botanist, a woman who lives n
"[He said he] enjoyed border control... but loved plants," she says. "So when I found out he was the one on the news, I said, ‘What! That’s so crazy!’ I had no idea he was an ICE agent.”
He enjoyed what now?
A Minneapolis pastor made a shocking confession about what an ICE agent told him after detaining him.
“Before I knew it, I saw ICE agents circling a young woman who appeared to be Hispanic, and so I approached her, and we were at that point chanting, ‘We are not afraid, we are not afraid.’”
Like so many of critical race theory's detractors, Matthew Yglesias fails to engage with the actual scholarship.
"Following the passage of the Civil Rights Act, some universities and companies adopted “neutral” tests designed to exclude Black people. The University of Texas adopted tests that administrators hoped would simultaneously exclude Black applicants and pass constitutional muster. In Griggs vs. Duke Power, those unhinged race radicals on the 1971 Supreme Court acknowledged that Duke Power had adopted a discriminatory employment test to circumvent the anti-discrimination provision of the Civil Rights Act. To combat this, the Court recognized that neutral rules could have a racially “disparate impact” and later created a legal compliance test. Yglesias’s watered-down Rufoism would have readers believe these obvious facts are a radical betrayal of liberal principles. In fact, critical race theorists’ critique of race-neutrality was drawn from real-world experiences with racists trying to deny Black folks their constitutionally protected rights."
tfw you remember she's not draftable
“I wrote the movie because a psychic told me to dump my boyfriend, and I did”
"The best undistributed film of 2025, Annapurna Sriram’s debut is a micro-budget romp in the tradition of cinema’s greatest sleazeballs, weirdos, and perverts. Sriram serves as writer, director, and star; she plays a sex worker who must scrounge up a grand for a ceremony to break a curse that’s been placed on her. Alongside a revolving door of peers, psychics, exes, and clients, she cruises around Trashtown, USA on a baby blue moped, in a signature floral skirt-and-bra two-piece. Objectively, it is nice to watch a movie that treats sex work with respect, honesty, warmth. Plenty of filmmakers have attempted this type of queer camp to overwhelmingly mediocre results. Sriram, miraculously, has produced a film with more life in its pinky finger than most movies have in their entire body. From the sound design to the sets to its unpredictable tonal modulations, Fucktoys is full of boundless vision. It is trashy, electric, and extremely funny. It has an iconic soundtrack, with an envious number of killer needle-drops for a modern indie movie. Its virtues are not all pleasure-forward; the film is often devastating, terrifying, and unsettling. But Sriram’s film is so beguiling that its overall effect is one of utter warmth. I cannot imagine anybody not being head-over-heels for this."
Hortensia Mi Kafchin, “Flowers from Earth / First Contact,” 2024-25, oil on canvas, silver and gold powder, 70 ¾ x 63 ins.
The debate on whether Israel’s actions in Gaza constitute a genocide is now closed, and has been closed for a while.
"My sense that something deeper is at play first arose in the few debates on Gaza that I accepted to join. Often I would get distracted contemplating the people in front of me. They seemed like children. People thirsting for authority, they needed only an implausible story to believe what they were told about Israel. It seemed that the most absurd the story, the better for them. The story could even change, and it did. Israel would never bomb a hospital. Or maybe it would if it had some tunnels underneath. Or maybe no tunnels were needed, just the presence of some presumed Hamas fighter, or a camera, even if it was a Reuters camera. By the end, Israel had destroyed every single hospital in Gaza.
Those people were also singularly devoid of empathy. Worse, it seemed that they prized cruelty as a kind of status signifier: to enjoy cruelty was a sign of belonging to the strong, the winners, while sympathising with the children in Gaza just indicated, as Trump likes to say, that there might be something Palestinian about you."
January 6, 2026 – The Water Sommelier Union goes on a field trip to the spa town of Karlovy Vary.
"When I asked the flight attendant if I could take a photograph of the bottle, she asked why. I told her that I’m a water sommelier, and she said, “What’s that?” and I said, “Like a wine sommelier, but for water.” “I don’t know what a wine sommelier is.” Not knowing how to answer, I walked back to my seat and continued watching Dirty Harry."
In an essay for “The New Yorker,” the humorist argues that Portland‘s drug problem is out of control, or that our dogs are, or that dogs in
Every misanthropic humorist turns into Andy Rooney eventually.