They’re cute, they’re magical, they’re everything you need.
This tickle monster.
This bear who just needs this, thank you very much.
This rocking horse delight.
This bear who will wave to you even if he has no idea who the hell you are.
42 Bear GIFs That Will Give You Life In 2014
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The Craigslist Ad The NFL Doesn't Want You To See
How will Washington’s famed football team make their next head coaching hire? BuzzFeed obtained an exclusive screenshot of owner Dan Snyder’s desktop, which might contain clues.
Dan Oshinsky / BuzzFeed. Photos by Bud Symes / Getty Images, and Mike Powell / Getty Images
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Things You Do Drunk That'd Be Creepy If You Did Them Sober
No, *you’re* crazy.
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16 Creative Ways To Work Out If You Live In NYC
In case you’re already having second thoughts about that new year’s resolution, have no fear! There’s more to exercise than your standard gym routine.
Virtual Surfing
The surfboard actually wobbles around like a real one, so you actually get a balanced workout (no pun intended) as you do yoga-like stretches while also trying not to fall off.
Great for: Balance, strengthening your core, and cardio health.
Price: Depends on what gym you're a member of (according to SurfSET)
Via facebook.com
Rock Climbing/Bouldering
Basically, you trick yourself into actually working out your arms because you suddenly become obsessed with reaching the top or getting to the next hardest level. GENIUS.
Great for: Upper body strength, flexibility, endurance.
Price: Monthly Auto-Pay $99 +$50 for registration (according to Brooklyn Boulders)
Via giltcity.com
Yoga Fight Club
If only Tyler Durden went to yoga fight club instead -- an intensive fusion of vinyasa and kickboxing would probably been a healthier way to let off steam.
Great for: Cardio health, flexibility, stamina.
Price: $5 (according to Om Factory)
Burlesque Dancing
Working out doesn't have to mean feeling sloppy in sweats. Burlesque dancing is a great way to work on your self-confidence while also toning your body and improving your flexibility. Not to mention it's sexy. Duh.
Great for: Flexibility and also your abs.
Price: $95 for 4 sessions (according to The New York School of Burlesque)
Norman Blake / Via schoolofburlesque.com
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Bill De Blasio Gives A Little Strip Tease During Winter Storm Press Conference
New York’s brand new mayor, Bill de Blasio, has been urging New Yorkers to bundle up for this epic cold snap. So it was only natural that a reporter would ask the Mayor how many layers he was wearing.
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A Humble Reminder That You're Not The Center Of The Universe
Comic by Cyanide And Happiness .
Follow Rob, Kris, Matt, and Dave's comics at Cyanide And Happiness, or our ComicsFeed syndication.
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22 Powerful Images By DREAMers: A Window Into Life As An Undocumented Immigrant In America
Undocumented youth say the artwork is a way to tell their story and bring comfort to many others like them.
As the prospects for immigration reform have repeatedly risen, then floundered, dreamers -- undocumented youth brought to the U.S. as children -- have created artwork to share their stories and experiences.
Alberto Ledesma
Alberto Ledesma
"Just the other day I met this undocumented college freshman at an art show I had at UC Berkley, and he told me that because of my work he didn't feel alone," artist Julio Salgado told BuzzFeed.
Julio Salgado
"He said it was a great feeling to see himself in art."
Julio Salgado
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This Guy Is Turning Himself Into A Real Live Gap Mannequin
He really puts the “man” in mannequin. via The Gap Mannequin Project .
Steve Venegas is a Vancouver-based media specialist and podcast host.
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But now he's decided to add a new line to his resume - real life Gap mannequin.
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He tries on the exact outfits being worn by the mannequins and then copies their poses to re-create mannequin style in real life.
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And he's pretty darn accurate.
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23 Animals Who Are Tired Of This Snow Day Already
Cabin fever also extends to apartments and houses, too.
"You need me to run errands with you? I'm stir-crazy, but I'm not stupid."
"Guess it's time for my third nap of the day. It isn't even noon yet."
"This breakfast is probably adorable enough to Instagram, right?"
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29 Healthy Versions Of Your Favorite Comfort Foods
Here’s to the kind of New Year’s resolutions that don’t make you want to stab yourself with a celery stick.
Light Chicken Parmesan
Double Chocolate Brownies
Brownies are easy to lighten up, because chocolate will cover a multitude of tweaks (even whole wheat flour and yogurt). Get the recipe.
Healthy Spinach & Ricotta Pizza
Homemade pizza will always be way better for you than Domino's, but you can help it be the most better for you by adding whole wheat flour to the crust and using plenty of veggies. Get the recipe.
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Why I Feel OK About Falling Off The Wagon After Years Of Sobriety
Here’s to moderation in 2014.
Illustration by Allen Brewer for BuzzFeed
Nothing terrible ever happened when I drank. At least, as far as I'm aware, it didn't. My high-strain endurance boozing at even the most civil and daylight-tinged gatherings never seemed to yield any irreversible fallout. Merely bad things happened, of course. I'll probably never look certain people in the eye again; certain doorways, I've likely darkened for the last time. But as far as lost jobs, injured bystanders, or jail time are concerned, I quit drinking in May 2010 with a clean record.
A little over a year ago, I started again.
People don't know how to react when you tell them you've ended a lengthy period of sobriety, particularly if the interaction occurs while you're clutching a decanter of amber liquid. Your nuclear-grade smile and giddy tone should provide context clues, but these details might be misinterpreted as a sarcastic celebration of failure. Some of my friends certainly took it that way. They greeted the news with concern and reprehension, responses ideal for when somebody has fallen off the wagon. "Somebody" hadn't, though. What I had done instead was a comprehensively debated, intentional dismount from said wagon. Admittedly, it was anybody's guess whether I'd stick the landing.
My reasons for quitting drinking would sound rather boring in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I know this to be true from having gone to meetings with and for other people, but never myself. My personal definition of an alcoholic was always "someone who drinks in the mornings and/or alone," and as long as I was guilty of neither, I was OK. I was just someone who looked for reasons to introduce drinking in any situation, and pushed it as far as it could go. You can imagine how I felt about the concept of brunch.
It was, in fact, a standard-issue brunch that led me to stop drinking after less ambitious slow-down efforts failed to take. Following a Mother's Day summit of Bloody Marys and omelets, I scratched a big red X through the calendar day, in terms of getting anything done. I bid my brunch group good-bye and met another friend at a bar to keep the fun going. Much later, on the way home, it occurred to me that I could either while away the remaining Sunday hours alone, actively dreading my copyediting job the next day, or I could stop at the bar near my place and go toe-to-toe with oblivion. In a day of bad decisions, what's one more?
When I woke up the next morning, I had to email my boss and apologize for being late. Once I threw up in the shower, saw my own bloated cadaver in the mirror, and actually smelled liquor in my pores, though, I emailed again to say I couldn't come in at all. (It was "a stomach thing.") Then I crawled back into bed, literally hating myself, until the idea of not drinking for the following two weeks started coming into focus. Having a simple guarantee against this feeling for a set period released a palpable surge of relief. And after those two weeks were over, I just kept going.
My problem with alcohol had always been a problem of knowing when enough was enough. It wasn't just with alcohol, though, but with everything. I have a compulsive personality. I am an apex predator of More. Be it alcohol, food, sex, or unread tweets — my life revolves around itches not scratched.
This insatiable appetite crescendoed in college, when I topped out at over 300 pounds, and drank like I wanted to jailbreak my bodily form and become pure energy. Although more than a full third of that weight is long gone and I no longer do keg stands, food is something I still struggle with. Over time, it became easier to sustain the macro eating decisions that delivered me from a deadly weight level. What turned out to be much harder, though, is remembering, moment to moment, to rein in compulsion when I lay eyes upon a generous serving of something I want — whatever it is.
On the surface, I didn't like the attention when people found out I didn't drink; old friends attempting to goad me into a relapse, first dates looking at me like there was a red flag stitched across my face. But I'm a writer: Obviously, I crave attention. I hoped people would regard me as they might Iggy Pop or Slash or any other iconic figure whose latter-day sobriety was an interesting turn in a long saga. Nobody did, though, nor should they have. Mostly, it turns out, people don't care what you do if it doesn't affect them directly. And anyway, I wasn't after anybody's admiration; I just wanted their company. Aside from all the events I missed out on by intentionally skipping, I felt left out at the ones I attended. There's an incredible loneliness about being the sober one. You can be physically at the party, and still not really there.
In New York, and for media people in particular, alcohol is even more thoroughly entwined with the culture. Not only are deals made and interviews conducted around alcohol often, there are also author readings, book parties, storytelling shows, bull sessions, and good-bye-to-all-that send-offs just about every night. Heaven help you if you're a karaoke enthusiast to boot.
Two and a half years in, sobriety had not taught me self-control, it had merely institutionalized self-deprivation. I was no closer to conquering the underlying infinite thirst than I ever would be without confronting it head-on.
The first time I considered a formal return to drinking was in March 2011, less than a year into sobriety. I was traveling alone in Europe, on a trip paid for mostly in phantom alcohol-bucks. Having left my digital devices back in Brooklyn, I walked around just thinking for long, uninterrupted stretches. Without any distractions or company, it's easier to actually think about the stuff you always put off thinking about — like what to do with your life in pretty much every respect. One idea that kept flooding toward the forefront of my thoughts was that, at some vague point in the future, I might want to start drinking again. This sobriety streak was never supposed to last forever. Ending it was just a question of when.
After Europe, I did a lot of quiet waiting. I went to parties sober. I went on dates sober. I even went to a bachelor party in Las Vegas, where the air is so thick with the fumes of alcohol, desperation, and horniness, it's a miracle anyone can even see the undead army of strip club promoters hovering at the periphery of everything. I was at home, though, by myself, when I finally made the decision that it was time.
November 2012 had been a blur of complex assignments, weddings, family stuff, and Hurricane Sandy. The idea of straight-up skipping Thanksgiving was an eleventh-hour breakthrough that I pounced on. With nothing to do for a few days, except the odd visit with fellow stragglers, I seriously contemplated the end of my sobriety for the first time in nearly two years. The dry years had been among the best in my life for a lot of reasons. I now had a budding writing career, a comfortable living situation, and better health. Much of these changes were directly due to sobriety. How much would dousing myself with firewater change who I had become?
Finding reasons in favor of drinking again did not require deep meditative analysis. What did, however, was the question of whether I was ready. One conclusion I'd reached long before this rogue Thanksgiving was that if I were to go back to drinking, I needed a plan. The one I decided on involved instituting a maximum number of drinks — three to four — with a loophole built in for special occasions. No more endless refills; instead I'd keep track like a data scientist. The caveat was that these special occasions had to be premeditated. I wouldn't allow myself to just say "fuck it" on any random night and get turbo-hammered — it would have to be a measured, organized chaos. Those were the rules. They would be my own personal Konami code for winning at alcohol.
I had my first drink a couple days after Thanksgiving, as soon as my housemates returned from their respective families. I hoisted a sweaty glass of Maker's Mark to mouth-level and stared at it, heart racing. Everyone would understand if I backed down. We would sit in the kitchen and play Uno, everybody buzzed except me, and it would be like any other night. Instead, I leaned my head back and took a sip.
The whiskey was warm in a familiar way. It blazed a winding path to the pit of my stomach, like a lit fuse. As the warmth spread and my tongue loosened, I thought, I remember this. The others seemed a little nervous. They were right to be. When my third drink turned into slivers of ice, I felt like I could keep going. Nobody else was stopping either. But the new order of things was three or four drinks and done, and it seemed better to not hit the maximum amount the very first time, so I stopped and enjoyed the transgressive thrill of being tipsy again. Overall, the dynamic of a typical hangout changed very little that night, except now a lightly pulsating thundercloud had enveloped my consciousness. I wondered through the haze whether I'd made the right decision.
The holidays were coming up. A sudden onslaught of colored lights and festive music contributed to the feeling that a period of mourning had ended. Soon there would be a batch of parties famously sentimental and uninhibited all at once. During this year's merry-go-round, I would surely be more in tune with the social climate of each event than I'd been the last couple seasons.
When you're a perennial sober party guest, some people eye you suspiciously. Not always, but it happens. Your unimpeded memory functions like a video recorder, capturing every potential embarrassment, and so serial misfits avoid you accordingly. You also discover that a lot of things people say to make each other laugh sound like context-free jibber-jabber to the sober ear. It can feel as though you walked into a shitty Adam Sandler movie halfway through, and some of the audience suspects you of bootlegging it.
When I started going to get-togethers again as a drinker, I realized how resentful I'd become toward people who dared to have fun in my presence without overtly including me. I'd been so aggrieved in my sobriety that I'd reflexively acquired some of the superiority that drunken eyes seemed to accuse me of harboring. Even though I felt closer to the eye of each party's storm now, I also understood that the distance when I wasn't drinking perhaps had more to do with me than with alcohol.
At one final bash of the season, I met the person who wound up becoming my girlfriend months later. It felt liberating to go out for a drink with someone new, without the sobriety reveal looming like a scythe on a pulley, an unfettered implication of damage to cloud the night with doubt. This change, however, did not summon some sort of dating deus ex machina. One facet of awkwardness may have disappeared, but that was it. Now there was just everything else that could go wrong.
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33 Songs That Will Turn 10 In 2014
The songs really aren’t thaaat old, but you are. And yes, Kanye West really has been around for a solid decade.
My Chemical Romance, "Helena"
Kelly Clarkson, "Since U Been Gone"
Kanye West, "Jesus Walks"
Arcade Fire, "Rebellion (Lies)"
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Are You A Psychopath?
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire.
LINK: Take the test to find out where you fall on the spectrum of psychopathy.
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31 Insanely Clever Remodeling Ideas For Your New Home
Can you get through this post without calling your contractor?
Lower your living room to create a conversation pit.
The bi-level living room will give your home an incredibly spacious yet cozy effect.
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Meet The Woman Who Only Ate Starbucks Food For An Entire Year
Even on Thanksgiving and her birthday.
This is Beautiful Existence. (Yep, that's her legal name.) As a challenge, she decided to eat only food from Starbucks for an entire year and blog about her progress.
Existence told BuzzFeed the hardest part of the challenge was when she didn't stock up on enough food ahead of time, like when she had to eat crackers on Christmas.
The meals cost the 40-year-old Seattle resident $500 to $600 a month. Though she ate the meals herself, she says she didn't feed her two children from Starbucks.
When she's not blogging, Existence said she is a communications coordinator for a college sustainability department and also a college student.
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22 Artists Who NEED To Put Out A New Album In 2014
Because it’s been too long. Especially if you’re a Missy Elliott or D’Angelo fan.
Adele
Most recent album: 21 back in 2011. Maybe you've heard it?
Likelihood: Pretty much a sure thing. She's in the middle of making a new record, and it should be out in the spring or summer of 2014.
Mario Anzuoni / Reuters / Reuters
Frank Ocean
Most recent album: Channel Orange in 2012
Likelihood: Very strong. He has been writing and recording music through 2013, and has said that a new album will be out sometime in the summer of 2014.
John Shearer/Invision / AP, file
Joanna Newsom
Most recent album: Have One On Me in 2010.
Likelihood: There's no solid intel on this, but the chances are good, if just because she's been writing, and it's been a while since she dropped that triple album. She debuted a new song when she performed at the Pitchfork Music Festival this summer.
Robyn
Most recent album: Body Talk in 2010.
Likelihood: OK, maaaaybe? Earlier this year she said she's been writing material, but is unsure of how it will be released, or when, or if she's going to give her songs to other singers.
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Expert Ways To Deal With Sexts
Getting lots of unwanted sexts? Based on this post.
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5 Disney Films That Have The Most Drinking
No one drinks like Gaston ! Except maybe Dumbo…
Beauty and the Beast
Disney / Via reddit.com
The Great Mouse Detective
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Dumbo
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The Last Year In Sports Was Unpredictable, Spectacular, And (Usually) Fantastic — Just Like Every Year
Sometimes, when you’re watching garbage time of a midseason game that involves, say, the Knicks, it’s easy to forget exactly how much bonker-balls craziness happens in sports pretty much constantly. With the goal of getting you excited, psyched up and jacked sideways for 2014, here’s a review of all the awesomeness, shocking villainy, and general bonker-ballsness from the last year in athletic competition.
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36 Things That Are Going To Make You Feel Ancient
Yikes.
This picture was taken 13 years ago:
Via pbs.twimg.com
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