Side-eye game too strong.
24 Dogs Who Are Seriously Judging You
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If Ed Sheeran's Tweets Were Motivational Posters
Tweeting out loud.
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33 Perfect Father's Day Cards For Every Kind Of Dad
Show your dad you think he’s rad!
For Super Dads:
Etsy
For when you want to be completely honest:
Etsy
For new dads:
Etsy
For cat lovers:
Etsy
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Can You Guess The Backstreet Boys Video From A Screenshot?
♫ I want it that way ♫
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This Blind Pug Brings A Smile To The Judge's Bench
And sometimes, a little song too!
Get ready for THE CUTEST judge on the bench:
After Mickey was rescued, he had to get his eyes removed due to issues from a case of extreme glaucoma.
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This doesn’t stop him though: He uses cognitive mapping and doesn’t bump into anything.
...and never messes up any sort of proper security requirements.
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Why We Need More Stories About Artists Who Don't Become Rich And Famous
Félix de Givry in Eden
Broad Green
In Eden, we see Daft Punk before they're actually Daft Punk, when they're just Thomas (Vincent Lacoste) and Guy-Man (Arnaud Azoulay), two of the many kids waiting for a train that will take them out to a rave back in 1992. "They make sounds all night with weird machines," one character says of the pair, admiringly. "Really talented. Their stuff is totally new."
When the movie skips ahead a few years, it finds its way to a costume party Thomas is throwing at his parents' home, where he and Guy-Man nervously turn down the music in order to turn up one of their own tracks. The opening bars are instantly, goosebump-inducingly familiar — they're from "Da Funk," the duo's first big hit, which would go on to become one of the defining songs of the '90s. But there in that house party, they're playing it for an audience for the first time, and they survey the guests to see how they're responding. "Is it OK?" one murmurs to the other. "I’d say so," he replies.
Arnaud Azoulay and Vincent Lacoste as the future Daft Punk in Eden.
Broad Green
Thomas and Guy-Man only make a handful of appearances throughout Eden, more famous and more elusive each time (though there's a repeated joke about the trouble they have getting into clubs because no one recognizes them in unassuming person). Eden isn't about them and their road to worldwide ascendancy — it runs parallel for a while, and then remains pointedly earthbound while they rocket off to stardom. Their songs ("One More Time," "Within," "Veridis Quo"), at least, stick around, signposting some of the major moments in the life of the film's hero, Paul Vallée (Félix de Givry), who starts off as a teenager, becomes a minor figure in the French house music scene, and eventually finds himself a broke thirtysomething still entrenched with a genre from which everyone else has moved on.
It's fair to say that Eden is all about what happens when you don't become Daft Punk, when your passion fails to solidify into something that's at least a living, if not a source of fame and fortune. It's not a movie about failure so much as one about how some affirmation can be worse than none, at least when it comes to figuring out whether you've stayed too long at the party. This puts Eden in undervalued territory alongside the rare likes of the Coen brothers' struggling folk singer saga Inside Llewyn Davis and Amy Sherman-Palladino's short-lived aging showgirl series Bunheads, as stories of what it's like to realize you've probably already gotten as far as you're ever going to get in chasing your particular dream. And while they're not easily uplifting, these portraits are perfectly, intimately bittersweet in ways that a tale of triumph could never replicate.
There have been plenty of narratives about making it big. Success is satisfying to witness, and how someone goes from humble beginnings to something grander is one of the basic stories we like to tell and be told, almost as much as how two people fall in love. We watch underdogs putting on a show, or writing that first song, or wowing audiences with a performance. We watch biopics about artists who rise, or rise and fall, or who flame out or die young, but who are always important. Hell, Entourage sustained itself for eight seasons and a movie on the continuing upward trajectory of Vincent Chase's Hollywood career, it's only theme, really, how wonderful it is to be rich and famous.
There are magnitudes more stories out there about characters who reach for the moon and are rewarded, even though most people who pick up a guitar or head out on an audition aren't going to get to follow the same path. Which is why Eden offers such an unshakable sort of melancholy in showing how you can love something, and you can be good at it, but that doesn't mean it's going to love you back, and at a certain point being broke and hungry feels desperate rather than like a signal of creative integrity.
Oscar Isaac in Inside Llewyn Davis
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Like Inside Llewyn Davis' eponymous hero or Bunheads' Michelle Simms, Eden's main character is pretty good at what he does, which is be a DJ — he just don't have the right combination of luck, savvy, talent, and timing to go from being a local luminary to something more. Eden, which is gracefully directed by Mia Hansen-Løve (Goodbye First Love), is co-written by her brother Sven, and draws heavily from his own experiences as part of a DJ duo that, like the one in the film, was called Cheers. His stand-in, Paul, begins the film as a dimpled Parisian high schooler, then a few years pass by and he and his friend are launching a weekly party at a local club, then a few more pass and it's one of the hottest nights in town. At the height of his career, he travels to New York to DJ at Warm Up at PS1, standing above a packed house, having drinks by rooftop pools, and jetting off to Chicago for a meeting.
Llewyn Davis was stuck in a wintery purgatory of never quite quitting the folk music scene — trapped in a Möbius loop of friends' sofas and last-gasp gigs at the Gaslight that kept him hovering just a few inches above rock bottom. Michelle Simms had been spat out of the end of a dwindling dance career into life in a small California town where she floundered while trying to figure out what non-showbiz adulthood looked like, haunted by panic dreams of nightmarish auditions. For Paul, what's terrifying is how time seems to keep slipping by him while he's always just on the verge of breaking through, as he goes from 20-year-old wunderkind to regular striver to drunk guy being carried home by friends, responding to a neighborly chiding of "kids today" with "I'm 34!"
Sutton Foster in Bunheads
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In Eden, girls (a visiting American played by Greta Gerwig, a pal turned lover played by Pauline Etienne, a calculating type played by Laura Smet) come and go, but Paul is never committed or stable or successful enough for any of them to want to stick around. Like Llewyn Davis, Paul impregnates a woman who chooses abortion over entertaining any thought about him as a co-parent. He borrows money from his exasperated mother (Arsinée Khanjian), who's upset that he's let college fall by the wayside, while he's sure wealth is around the corner. Years later, he's still doing the same thing, because too many comped fans and friends come to his weekly party, and Cheers isn't willing to switch up its sound to chase new crowds. One of his exes is married and expecting, while another has two children. And one of his friends is dead. Paul's just the same, a fact emphasized by de Givry's face, which the movie doesn't bother to add years to in any way, even as it spans a decade and more.
Most of us don't become famous DJs, or rock stars, or A-list actors, but letting go of or downsizing these goals is the opposite of a story — it's the absence of forward motion. Eden and Inside Llewyn Davis and, to a lesser extent, Bunheads (which started with an impulsive wedding and abrupt widowing) are as shaped by the things that don't happen to their protagonists as the things that do, but they're complicated rather than crushing because they're still filled with reverence for whatever it is that their characters fell for in the first place. Bunheads had its whimsical dance numbers, and Inside Llewyn Davis had songs that were heartfelt and songs that were for selling out, culminating in its main character taking a beating while in the background Bob Dylan, the movie's Daft Punk equivalent, took the stage.
Eden
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Eden never loses touch with its sense of bliss, even as its hero loses his momentum — it burbles with rapture in scenes in which its characters walk home in the morning after a long night out, or as the camera pans over a crowd of dancers singing along to the track the DJ's playing. In endearingly earnest and pretentious music geek fashion, Paul describes a song he likes as existing "between euphoria and melancholia," which is the balance the movie he's in strikes as well, as interested in joy as it is in loss. Which may be the best thing these stories of not making it bring to the table — a reminder in the age of universal urgings of anything being possible that it's OK to keep loving something while letting go of it as a grand ambition, that you can pick yourself up afterward and find something new.
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21 Things That Made ’90s Kids Crap In Their Pants
How many of these kept you up at night?
The "evil furnace" scene in Home Alone.
What made this so scary was that not only was it so completely unexpected, but it also played into your deep-down fears that you lived in a haunted house.
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The Ultimate BLT
Bacon = Life
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This Is How To Make Your Nails Look Fly AF For A Wedding
Whether you’re a bride, a bridesmaid, or a guest.
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For the newly betrothed person who's proud AF:
Complete instructions here.
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For the ~classy fiancé~ who wants to show off her rock:
Here are the steps to follow.
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For the badass maid of honor who's rolling up to the bridal shower:
Read the step-by-step tutorial here.
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I Don't Know If I Can Ever Forgive My Dad For Keeping My Sister Secret
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Toward the end of their decades-long marriage, my hurt, angry mother was looking for some way — any way — to break the bond I had with my father.
"You realize she's going to get half of your inheritance," she hissed at me once. "If he goes through with this."
“This” was a paternity test to determine whether or not I had an older sister I’d never known.
To my mind, the only inheritance I eventually expected from my dad comprised a few hundred vinyl records and some African art. Splitting that with some heretofore unknown half-sister didn't strike me as a big deal. (My mother, on the other hand, was worried more about this other daughter seeking back child support and hypothetically eating into any assets she was going to try and wring out of him during the divorce.)
I was uneasy, though, when I thought about the fact that I had bragging rights to basically the best father in the world — while this other girl, several years older than me and the product of a previous fling, grew up without a dad. And more specifically, without MY dad.
He’d once mentioned that I may have a sister. I must have been about 9 or 10 at the time, and he said it in a way that was sort of, “Here’s a thing.” But the concept seemed so foreign and maybe wasn't even true, and I absorbed the information and went back to reading one of the Roald Dahl books I carried around with me everywhere. He didn’t bring it up again, and I didn't even think about it again for more than a decade, when he told me that he'd begun to reach out to her in earnest and was planning on doing a paternity test, now that I was 21.
It turned out she was his daughter. And the ways in which she was like me left me unsettled. My dad is American, my mom is an immigrant. The mother of this other girl was also an immigrant from the same country as my mom. I went to college thousands of miles away from home but only a few hundred miles from where she grew up. And this new sister and I were in the same profession.
My parents' marriage was on the downswing but it would be a few years before my mother moved out. And for her, this was just one more betrayal to add to the docket of their marriage.
For me, it was — well, it's something I still haven't dealt with.
Before the paternity test, but after he told me he was in touch with her, my parents visited me in my very first out-of-college one-bedroom apartment. By this point they were sleeping in separate bedrooms, but I didn’t know that, and gave them my queen-size bed, one that I put together by myself, while I took the couch.
I have another sister as well, from my mother’s previous marriage, and I’ve only ever referred to her as my sister; “half” has never entered the equation. She was also in town, and came over while I made dinner for everyone. Older than me by more than 10 years, she’s always been there — in my baby pictures, in portraits of the two of us from Olan Mills when I was a preschooler, then off to college but near enough that we’d see her on weekends.
It had been years since we’d all been in one place as a family, and I proudly had them sit on my cheap sofa while I played music and made dinner. I forget what it was I was making, probably something from my mom’s home country, when my dad stuck his head around the corner into the kitchen, and handed me the phone with a bright smile.
In our family, and maybe in yours, we have a habit of calling up far-flung relatives when we are all together, to play pass-the-phone-around. I expected one of his siblings on the other end of the line, or a cousin maybe.
Instead, it was her, my sudden sister. My mother, whose face could be described as “pinched” at best whenever my half-sister was mentioned, stared and then walked away. Later, she asked me what we talked about. I didn’t have an answer, because I don’t remember what my new sister said, though she was friendly. I might have said “Hi! How are you?” because I was raised to be polite. We made the smallest of talk and then I made excuses about needing to get back into the kitchen. I didn’t expect my heart to start pounding. It felt like the floor had fallen out from beneath me. I walked into my empty bedroom and stood there until I could think straight.
Then I came out of the bedroom, finished making dinner, and made everyone watch The Notebook on DVD.
Part of the reason my dad and I are so close is that he had a flexible job that allowed him to drop me off and pick me up from school and keep me with him at work during the summers. We just spent a lot of time hanging out together, and our similar dispositions made for many chill hours. The other reason is not as upbeat. My mom had anxiety about him cheating on her, because her previous marriage ended with infidelity, and my dad kept me with him as much as possible to ward off similar accusations.
So while my dad and I hung out, my mom had a lengthy commute to a nine-to-five that she hated (but was more lucrative than his job). He was the best friend, the hero, the pal, and she was the irritable nag. I look back now, with an adult’s eyes, and have more sympathy for her than I ever thought possible —- more sympathy than I can express to her now, because she was angry and hurt all the time, and her pain chewed away at our relationship like acid.
I called my sister once, the one whom I refer to when people ask me if I have siblings, and told her, “I feel guilty that I grew up with all of dad’s love and attention and that she didn’t.” It was the most emotional conversation I’ve ever had with her. My sister tried to reassure me that I shouldn’t feel bad, that my dad — her stepdad — was responsible and that I should reach out to this new sister if and when I felt comfortable doing so.
I kept saying I felt guilty. I kept thinking, “I feel guilty.” After all, I got to ride shotgun on errands, and I got to go to our favorite Thai restaurant for a late lunch after stopping at the bank, and I got to have the cross-country road trips, and I got to watch old Westerns, and I got to go to the matinees where we bought tickets for one movie and snuck into a second for a double feature, and I got to iron his shirts at a rate of 25 cents a shirt, and I knew his work colleagues, and I knew his friends, and I got to raid the candy bowl in his office for bubblegum, and I got to talk to him about school every day, and when I went to college I got to call him whenever I wanted just to talk and he would drop everything.
I thought that I was guilty, culpable for getting something she didn’t get to have.
I know now that what my brain coded as guilt was actually anger. I’ve been angry at him since he handed me the phone that day, almost 10 years ago. It’s anger I still haven’t learned how to express. It became clear as my parents' relationship deteriorated and my mother pulled her own anger and resentment around her like a cloak, while my dad played the role of the reasonable one, that I had one of two options: Lose my shit or throw myself into work. I chose the latter, and while it’s paid off professionally, it hasn’t done much for my personal relationships.
I talk to my sister — the one from my mom — more now than anyone else in my family.
I don’t talk to my other sister. I wasn’t ready the few times she tried reaching out, and now, I don’t know how to begin. Opening that box also means dealing with how angry I am, and I’m not ready yet. My dad gave up trying to talk to me about her when it became clear I wasn’t receptive. The guilt I feel now is over letting my anger at him steal what could have been a new relationship in my life. I know only the barest details of her life while I’m sure she knows plenty about mine. She and my dad were in close communication for some time, though I think it’s tapered off. I can't say for sure because I can’t bear to talk to him about it — or, really, anything that I feel or think about him these days.
I hate thinking about the parallel life I could have had — where she got him and I didn’t. I wish I could have experienced a relationship with both of them as I was growing up, rather than refracting my relationship with her through a prism of resentment toward him.
Still, I love my dad. I had the best upbringing he could offer. Maybe someday I'll be able to forgive him.
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Which Charles Dickens Character Are You?
It was the best of quizzes, it was the worst of quizzes.
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21 Woes Of A Canadian Summer
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This Heartbreaking Video Shows Obama's Speeches From Seven Years Of Mass Shootings
“Whatever measure of comfort we can provide, we will provide.”
America has experienced seven mass shootings in seven years. In this video by Vox, you can hear bits and pieces of the speeches made by the president, and see his changing demeanor.
Most recently, Obama spoke about the shooting in Charleston, South Carolina.
"I've had to make statements like this too many times," he said.
From Washington, D.C., to Aurora, Colorado, the subject of mass violence has been a topic every single year.
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Here's How To Make Spaghetti And Meatball Tacos
Try not to wet your desk because we know your mouth is watering.
The Vulgar Chef is at it again... this time combining two classic comfort foods: tacos and spaghetti & meatballs.
Damn, why did you do this to us?
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First, spread cooked spaghetti noodles on a foil tray like so...
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Next, add raw egg to the mix. This is going to help all the noodles stick together and form the taco easier.
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Then... "mix that whole shit up!"
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Can You Match The Disney Building To Its Movie?
Castles, cottages, and undersea kingdoms. Go.
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This Woman Talking About Her Niece Is All Of Us
“I’ve never loved anything more than I love this baby.”
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The Ultimate Friendship Test
Are you the captain of this friendship? Think of one specific friend when you take this test.
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7 Signs You're Actually Joffrey Baratheon
You’re really just misunderstood.
You get offended when Netflix asks if you're still watching a show at 3am.
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Your friends always forget how much better you are than them.
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People Are Really Excited About This Cookie Company's Interpretation Of A “Traditional” Family
People are loving the brand’s interpretation of a “traditional” family.
Pozuelo is a Costa Rican biscuit company.
At the moment it has a campaign called #CuandoHayAmorHayFamilia (When there is love there is family).
As part of this, the company have launched a campaign that shows varying depictions of what makes a family.
Pozuelo / Youtube
The advert shows an older couple with their dogs.
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21 Important Lessons "13 Going On 30" Taught You About Life
We all aspire to be thirty, flirty, and thriving.
Adult sleepovers are slightly different from kid sleepovers.
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You can never go wrong with a handmade gift.
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No matter how old you get, you'll always need your parents.
Columbia Pictures
Although it's important to set goals for yourself, you shouldn't be afraid to go with the flow.
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