Where Is Casey Anthony Now?

Nancy Does Not Approve

Making videos on YouTube and Skypeing with her boyfriend, that’s where. In this video uploaded to YouTube she talks about how she now has a cell phone and a computer and feels like she finally has ownership of something for the first time in ages.

As for her exact whereabouts, she is still in Florida hiding out somewhere until she has finished serving probation for check forging. After that there was previously talk about moving to Mexico with money provided by a sugar daddy.

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Village Voice Lays Off J. Hoberman

Capital New York is reporting that film critic J. Hoberman was let go from The Village Voice, where he has been a staff writer for nearly three decades and senior film critic since 1988. The news isn’t terribly surprising–several longtime staffers have parted ways with the paper in recent years, but it’s certainly a blow to the Voice’s already deteriorated reputation and another example of the changing (crumbling?) nature of both journalism in general and specifically film criticism, which has had something of an identity crisis. Comment.

Capital New York via Movieline

The World’s Worst Assholes Ever of the Day

Rich people, with their fancy mustard and whatnot, are the ever-loving WARST, are they not? But do you know what’s EVEN WARSE? When rich people claim to “feel middle class” because of all that terrible private school tuition and week-long Aspen vacations they have to pay for.

Today’s Worst Assholes Ever of the Day are the mommy-commenters (mommenters?) of NYC parenting forum UrbanBaby.com. Yeah, I had no idea such a cunty site existed, either — but it does! (One of today’s hot topics: “Is nanny poaching a problem?”)

This week someone started a thread with a simple question:

What’s your hhi [household income] and do you FEEL poor, middle class, upper middle class or rich where you live. No judging.

So let’s read some responses, and do so without judgment or malice. Hahaha, no. I’m kidding. We shall verily judge these assholes!  Continue reading →

I Really Wanted to be Uncle Arthur

I often use the one-liner that “I was raised by a pack of rabid televisions.” It’s either not as funny as I think it is or most people just don’t get it. But in any event the truth is I was raised by the television and before the dawn of Glee. You know there didn’t use to be any role models for an impressionable gay youth, such as myself. I once thought I’d found one in Paul Lynde.

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Teen Mom Got A Gun


Let’s say, you’re a young mother with a three month old baby, living in a trailer in Oklahoma. Also, your husband was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago, and he died on Christmas Day.

A few days later, you’re grieving because you just put your husband in the ground. It’s pitch black outside since the sun goes down so early in the day, and suddenly a man named Justin Martin drops by, claiming that he was a neighbor who wanted to say hello. You don’t know who he is, it’s pitch black outside, you’re alone with the baby, so you don’t open the door. Continue reading →