In Laurens, South Carolina, there's a view that any racial prejudice tamer than snarling dogs, fire hoses, and "Whites Only" signs isn't really racism, but something ingrained in a lost culture, and therefore is forgivable.
'Keeping Up with the Kardashians' Is My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
I worked at a bar for five years. It was one of those bars that are there to preserve a moment, a state of being, nothing ever changing; crypts with golden sarcophagi, men who can exist as royalty for all eternity.
Fraud, huckster, Nacho Cheese Dorito-dusted goiter wrapped in a full Windsor knot – Donald Trump is many indefensible things. But the motherfucker can make an entrance.
You think about how we are alone in infinity, ricocheting between stimuli and hope and orgasms.
In Joel Osteen's world, God is an exclamation point, a dubstep bass drop. God is steroids, God is your hype man, He is Cialis, He is the boombox you are holding outside her window.
He has existed ever since men began dedicating ceremonies to their own existence.
Gawking at the calamitous decisions of strangers is what we do to feel alive.
Mike Tyson is afraid of everything and everything is afraid of him.
A sightseeing trip through the pick-up artist netherworld.
In the deliberately enunciated infomercial that is the Kardashian universe, Disick is a seer.
Man caves are the male ethos writ large.