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Truck Driver Causes Fatal Collision While Looking at Porn

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Truck Driver Causes Fatal Collision While Looking at Porn

A British truck driver plowed into a car stopped on a highway shoulder, killing a 20-year-old woman, because he was trying to simultaneously drive and look at porn.

Ian Glover, 44, said he didn't remember what happened in the moments before his truck collided with the parked Vauxhall, ramming it over the safety barrier. But the browsing histories of two of three phones found in his cabin showed he had been viewing adult dating websites—including sexuk.com and shagaholic.co.uk—while driving.

He later admitted he'd been flipping through nude images on the hookup sites at the time of the crash.

Laura Thomas and her fiancé Lewis Pagett, both 20 years old, were standing by their broken-down car when Glover's truck crashed into it, sending it flying over a safety barrier. Both were injured, and Thomas died in a helicopter on the way to the hospital.

"Laura and I were looking forward to planning our wedding together - instead, I ended up planning her funeral. We had known each other since we were 13, and we were so excited to spend the rest of our lives together," Pagett said. "Laura had so much life to give, she had a heart of gold and aimed to become a teacher for disabled children."

"You were on these sites at the point of impact," a Shrewsbury Crown Court judge told Glover, "For many miles you were not paying proper attention. This was utterly avoidable."

Glover pleaded guilty to dangerous driving and was sentenced to five years.

[H/T NYDN, Photo of Thomas and Pagett via Facebook]


Serena Williams Crashes Lovely Wedding Dressed as Hot Sex Leopard

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Serena Williams Crashes Lovely Wedding Dressed as Hot Sex Leopard

Williams uploaded two images of herself with the wedding party to Instagram, one of which she captioned "Bikini wedding crasher!" even though she wasn't wearing one. (Perhaps the crasher of Williams' narrative was standing just outside of frame.) Tennis leopard Serena Williams made a couple's wedding pictures extremely full of Serena Williams on Saturday, after she crashed a wedding portrait session in Miami Beach while wearing a leopard print swimsuit.

A separate photo of Serena on the beach was captioned "Leotard = swimsuit," so who knows what she was wearing or whether it was waterproof, or how many leopards gave their lives in its service.

Everyone had a beautiful day and was so happy to see Serena Williams, even though she was not invited.

Mazel tov.

[Image via Instagram // h/t People]

Report: Adrian Grenier Has a Giant Penis and a "Big Bush"

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Report: Adrian Grenier Has a Giant Penis and a "Big Bush"

Bachelor season 16 winner Courtney Robertson's forthcoming memoir about her travails as a Hollywood hanger-on, I Didn't Come Here to Make Friends: Confessions of a Reality Show Villain, drops this month. And it contains details about Entourage star Adrian Grenier's pubic area.

E! lovingly retells how the two met and became acquainted with each other's intimates:

According to the book, they met at an A-List mansion party; she writes that they bonded over a "mutual loneliness in LA," yet she didn't feel a spark. She did, however, feel a fondness for hooking up with him and claimed/bragged/overshared, "He had the biggest penis I'd ever seen—and the biggest bush!"

The TV personality claims they never had "actual sex" in the six years the Entourage star (Vincent Chase)d her and he is still in hot pursuit, booty-call texting her to this day. According to the book, the last time her wrote her, he asked, "Are you still on that show?"

If you are so inclined, Robertson also apparently details her meeting Nick Lachey and Jesse Metcalfe (the gardener Eva Longoria slept with on Desperate Housewives). There's also something about masturbating to Dawson's Creek as a teen.

A hot book for summer.

[Image via Getty]

This Sleepy Great Dane Puppy Is All of Us

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Mornings are the goddamn worst: Hitting snooze 6 to 8 times, trying to make coffee when you haven't had any coffee yet, getting out of bed ever again. Why? Ban mornings.

Thor the sleepy Great Dane puppy knows exactly what I'm talking about, except that he doesn't have an alarm, so he has to hit snooze on his people. You'd shout "no!" too if you had to get up at 3:30 a.m.

[H/T Reddit]

Passengers Trapped in Smoke-Filled Subway Train for 20 Minutes

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Passengers Trapped in Smoke-Filled Subway Train for 20 Minutes

Like a nightmare come to life, passengers were trapped inside a smoke-filled, Queens-bound 7 train stuck in a tunnel near Grand Central for 20 minutes late last night.

From NBC New York:

The MTA says a conductor in 7 train bound for Queens heard a pop just before it went into a tunnel at around 11 p.m. Afterward, smoke began spreading through the train and the power was shut off. The train sat near the tunnel for about 20 minutes before before it reversed course and went back to Grand Central, where passengers were able to disembark.

According to the MTA, while the power was cut, the subway cars' fans immediately started pumping in fresh air. Service on the 7 line between between Times Square and Hunters Point Avenue was suspended for about 90 minutes last night until the fire department cleared the scene. Neither the MTA or police have explained what exactly happened. No injuries were reported.

The following passenger's Instagram video captures the exasperation anyone would feel:

[H/T Daily Intel; Image via]

How Could Disney Do This To Maleficent?

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How Could Disney Do This To Maleficent?

This weekend Maleficent made a boatload of cash, and that bums me out — because this wasn't the Maleficent I wanted. And it certainly wasn't the Maleficent we all deserved. Here's why I'm pissed at what Disney did to the biggest and baddest villain around. Warning, spoilers.

Maleficent wasn't all bad. Our review praised Angelina Jolie's brilliant performance. But all in all, Disney really missed the mark on translating this classic villain's origin story to live action on the big screen. And while I could harp on other problems — such as the failed attempt at "slapstick humor" fairies, or the complete abandonment of the original film's brilliant surreal color palatte and spooky original score (inspired by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty" ballet) — the real problem was with the central character herself.

I cannot believe what Disney did to my favorite villain. Here's what bothered me most:

Maleficent Was Truly Brilliant In Her Heartlessness

Snow White's Evil Queen, Cinderella's Step Mother, Peter Pan's Hook, Alice's Queen of Hearts — there was no villain who came before her (or really after her) that could "summon all the powers of Hell." The animated Maleficent does not give one flying fuck about popping into the middle of a heavily guarded party, outnumbered hundreds to one, to place the curse on the guest of honor, an infant.

That's how she rolls. Poisoned apples? That's cute. When Maleficent sets a curse, it's a slow march towards your own impending doom. She doesn't want you to die; she wants you to suffer, and then die. You can see this in her every action in the original Disney film. This villain doesn't just walk into the grand throne room of King Stefan's court and say, "Baby dead." No, no, no — she lets that child live just long enough that it forms a life, a personality, connections, and a history. She lets everyone fall in love with this child first. Then she wishes death upon it. Not only will this result in more pain, but it will also create a hopeless fight to save said baby from said curse. These were well-thought-out plans, she calculates her revenge.

Another artful plot is the much-forgotten Prince Philip storyline. After the sleeping curse is enacted and Princess Aurora falls asleep, her fairy godmothers freak out and put the rest of the kingdom to sleep as well. That way she won't be alone, and will wake up with her family, etc. Unfortunately for Prince Philip, Maleficent got to him before the fairies were aware of their love connection. She kidnaps the Prince and throws him in the dungeon. And then this scene happens. This is probably the most calculated and cold villain monologue from any Disney movie, ever:

Maleficent's plan is to keep the Prince alive and well, until he's too old for Aurora. To let him sit in misery for 100 years until she releases him as an old man. Prince Philip would be able to save his beloved, only to have her wake to a shriveled, 100-year-old stranger. That is rough. It's chillingly cruel, but astoundingly brilliant. You had to admire this monster for her creativity.

This is where I depart from the new, live-action origin story. She's just not that clever. Every act in Maleficent's life is completely reactionary and pretty hasty. Look, I don't need the youthful Maleficent to be a big thinker — she's a child, and that's OK. Had this film spent anytime with teenage Maleficent, we may have been able to connect with her personality more. Alas, we don't and all we get is a silhouetted kiss and then BOOM, older, ass-kicking Maleficent, protector of the forest. She doesn't really build any sort of personality; instead all we see is a woman who is reacting to a slew of terrible things her former lover inflicts on her. It just seems like she's running around, coming up with all of these ideas as they hit her. Her go-to move is to zap people into unconscious human balloons, which she then manipulates around in the air.

She even goes as far as zapping the real-life Prince Philip into an unconscious heap on his horse and then rides with his limp body flailing about on his steed to the castle. Had she just said, "Hey you know that girl you instantly fell in love with, she needs your help," we may all have been spared that embarrassing moment. There's no thought behind Maleficent's madness. Where is the clever woman we met years ago? Meanwhile her enemy (King Stefan) literally goes insane. He's just throwing his anger at the wall and seeing what happens. And what happens is a mess.

How Could Disney Do This To Maleficent?

Meaningless Curse

I'll be real: The original movie offers zero explanation for why Aurora would meet the sharp end of a spinning wheel and fall asleep. Were they all really into spinning wheels at some point? Is that a metaphor for women being constantly attacked by little pricks all the time? Who knows? But finding out that the reason Maleficent cursed Aurora with a spinning wheel was because it was TO THE LEFT of the King was disappointing to say the least. The significance was entirely arbitrary; it could have been an old sock, a pile of leaves or a raccoon skeleton they found in the basement. It makes no sense. In a way it's like a metaphor for this movie: Why should we make a Maleficent movie? For no reason at all.

Whose Origin Story Is This Anyway?

The title may have been Maleficent, but a large majority of time was spent watching Princess Aurora plod around in the forest. And isn't Aurora great? With her blonde hair and her wide-eyed wonder and unmarred etherial innocence? Very little time is actually spent learning about Maleficent's backstory.

What do we really know about Maleficent? We know that she really loves the moors (the name of her fairyland) and her wings. We also know that she meets a young human boy, befriends him, and then falls in love with him later. We don't actually see this romantic relationship play out; we're just told that it happens. The young teen fairy and the young future King Stefan plot could have been interesting. We could have seen her teaching him, falling in love with him, growing with him.

Or screw the men—the film could have just focused on Maleficent! Why not spend some time with a young fairy coming into her powers? Instead, most of Maleficent's camera time is spent spying on Sleeping Beauty. And when the two ladies do become friends, they don't even appear to have much of a relationship apart from Aurora doing things while Maleficent watches from five feet away. Maleficent becomes a voyeur in her own life. She stands in the sidelines or the bushes, just...watching. Never teaching Aurora about magic, learning her own craft, or growing. No, it's the dewy-eyed blonde that needs to teach Maleficent a lesson about... erm... love? I guess?

Even in the final moment of this film Maleficent continues to be upstaged by Sleeping Beauty. In the conclusion at the very end it's revealed that Princess Aurora is the movie's narrator. So it's no wonder this story doesn't make any sense, because it's being told by an idiot.

That Drugging Scene

We're not the first to bring this up. And I'm sure we won't be the last. I, personally, picked up on some strong, unintentional date-rape undertones in this movie. Why? Because at its face value, this is what happens: Two ex-lovers met each other in the woods. She is defensive about inviting him into her home. He seduces her with familiarity, comfort, and their friendship/love. Together, they reconnect and are then seen cuddling on the ground in a loving embrace. He gives her magical GHB that puts her asleep. He then moves to murder her with a knife, can't, and instead physically violates her body by hacking off her most prized possession: her wings.

Before this betrayal, she is a good person. After this betrayal, Maleficent dons all black, hides her hair, and becomes "evil." One could argue she is robbed of her innocence. Is there a forced sex act? No. But to witness this amazingly powerful creature, the most feared villain in the Disney book, become evil because a man drugged and violated her is disappointing. It's upsetting to watch yet another powerful character be taken down a notch in such a suggestive manner as this. There were many, many other ways in which they could have robbed her of her wings. What about an epic battle, and she takes an axe to the right wing? Or she could be tricked into giving them to King Stefan as a sign of peace, only to have him turn on her. Perhaps it's because we know so little about this King Stefan character and his alleged love for her that's it's almost impossible to give him even the slightest shred of credence. He goes from child to violator at lightning speed.

Whether the filmmakers intended to or not, drugging a woman and then violating her body — no, physically mutilating her body — made me incredibly uncomfortable. I didn't want Maleficent to get revenge; I wanted to crawl inside a tree hut with her and just weep.

How Could Disney Do This To Maleficent?

OH AND SHE DOESN'T TURN INTO A FUCKING DRAGON

So after Maleficent was robbed of her wings — the thing that made her powerful, and special (according to the live action origin tale) — she is then robbed of the very thing that made us all remember her 56 years later: She doesn't turn into a dragon.

The entire climax of the Disney fairy tale is hastily handed over to her crow pal, the walking human conscience. I was looking forward to this scene during the entire movie. The big set piece of Maleficent turning into a dragon and laying waste to everyone. And watching my beloved baddie point her finger at some guy and bestow upon him the gift of turning into a dragon was crushing. This is her thing! Even ABC's Once Upon A Time got this right! And no, this isn't just one more thing that the men take away from Maleficent, this is THE THING. THE THING WE ALL WENT INTO THE THEATER LOOKING FOR AND THEN WATCHED GAPE-JAWED AS IT WAS HANDED TO A MAN.

First Maleficent is stripped her of her wings, then stripped of her grand dragon transformation.What the ever-loving hell, Disney?

The prime achievement of Steve Fishman's new profile of Steven A.

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The prime achievement of Steve Fishman's new profile of Steven A. Cohen, the billionaire hedge fund titan tarnished by insider trading allegations, is this quote: "On vacation one year, he ran into a fellow hedge-fund manager: 'It's not fair,' he complained. 'Why me?'"

James Joyce Likely Had Syphilis From Prostitutes, New Book Says

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James Joyce Likely Had Syphilis From Prostitutes, New Book Says

James Joyce—literary titan, slayer of Victorian shibboleths, bane of schoolchildren the world over—was probably crippled and blinded by hooker-caused syphilis, according to new medical and documentary evidence uncovered by a Harvard researcher.

While conducting research for his forthcoming volume The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce's Ulysses, author Kevin Birmingham pieced together forensic clues about the iconic modernist's persistent pain and infirmities and came to a clear conclusion: The Irishman suffered from the dreaded venereal disease.

"His first encounter with a prostitute was at the tender age of 14," Birmingham tells me. "One prostitute lovingly said of Joyce, 'He has the fuckin'est best voice I ever heard.' Yeah, fuckin'est. He sometimes took his prize money for winning essays to Dublin's red light district."

The book explores Joyce's sexual exploits in deeper detail. But it's the medical sleuthing that makes the case for the author's social disease, as Birmingham related to The Guardian this morning:

Birmingham [claims] that Joyce was going blind because he was suffering from syphilis – "his eye attacks were recurrent because syphilis advances in waves of bacterial growth and dormancy". The array of symptoms Joyce described in detail to his correspondents, "the abscesses that ravaged his mouth and the large 'boil' on his shoulder", were probably syphilitic, writes Birmingham. "Syphilis 'disabled' his right arm in 1907", and the psychological toll of the disease "likely caused Joyce's periodic fainting spells, his insomnia and his 'nervous collapses'", according to the scholar.

For decades, rumors that the visually-challenged stream-of-consciousness pioneer had syphilis were just that: rumors. But using subtle clues in Joyce's letters, Birmingham determined that the writer must have been taking a treatment called galyl, which is prescribed only for syphilis:

"Add to Joyce's treatment (and his penchant for prostitutes) the fact that syphilis is virtually the only reasonable explanation for Joyce's decades of symptoms, and it seems rather difficult to refute."

The author adds that Joyce probably tried to confess he had syphilis, writing of his blindness in 1931 that "I deserve all this on account of my many iniquities."

Birmingham, who studied with Pulitzer Prize-winning New Yorker writer and Harvard Professor Louis Menand (and who, for full disclosure, is a high school classmate of mine), will publish the book on June 16—Bloomsday, the anniversary of the events in Ulysses, which is now celebrated annually by Joyce fans.

[Photo credit: AP]


Ricky Gervais Plays Jimmy Fallon's Funniest Game, "Word Sneak"

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Lipsync-offs are great and all, but when Jimmy Fallon has a sharp improviser like Ricky Gervais on his show, there's only one recurring segment that makes sense: Word Sneak.

Although Gervais didn't have to slip anything as spicy as "badonkadonk" into the conversation, he did invent a pretty good cheat: Any random noun can be funny when you use it as a nickname for Jimmy Fallon's penis.

I Think There's a Face Computer On Your "Chic" New Google Glass Frames

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I Think There's a Face Computer On Your "Chic" New Google Glass Frames

Google is launching a new collection of frames and shades for Google Glass, designed by fashion icon Diane von Furstenberg. The DVF | Made for Glass collection looks more like regular spectacles than previous iterations—even if the titanium and shield frames are decidedly retro. Just one problem: there appears to be a computing protrusion jutting out from the corner?

Improving the frames is like dabbing some fancy concealer on a red honking clown nose, or whitening your teeth when there's piece of spinach stuck between 'em. It doesn't really address the problem. People will still stare.

That does not seem to be a deterrent for "Explorers," as the company refers to its willing guinea pigs. The more we laugh and point and ban them from bars, the more they close ranks and see themselves as a misunderstood subgroup. Plus, if you're shelling out $1,725 for a DVF-designed frame with Glass and prescriptive lenses or $1,620 for sunglasses plus Glass, you probably want people to notice.

I Think There's a Face Computer On Your "Chic" New Google Glass Frames

The designs will go on sale starting June 23rd and can be purchased on Net-a-Porter as well as Google. In an interview with Elle magazine, von Furstenberg waxes nostalgic about New York Fashion Week in 2012 when some of her models sported Glass and Sergey Brin had a front-row seat. She mentions the unprecedented video they created from a model's perspective on the catwalk, but not, well, how they looked.

When Elle's fashion news direct Anne Slowey admits she's a "complete" technophobe, von Furstenberg gracefully throws up her hands: "It is a computer on your brow. That's it."

To contact the author of this post, please email nitasha@gawker.com.

[Images via Google; video via Elle.com]

Huge Scope of Electronic Surveillance Hidden In Sealed Court Files

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Huge Scope of Electronic Surveillance Hidden In Sealed Court Files

In the Age of Edward Snowden, few people expect anything but widespread surveillance. Important fact, though: the culprits aren't just the NSA. Often it's just plain old regular federal law enforcement behind the veil. And as a story at the Wall Street Journal yesterday highlighted, courts only lightly get to supervise.

The WSJ's story leads with the tale of a magistrate judge in Texas named Brian Owsley who, disturbed by the number of electronic surveillance orders he approved while in office, sought to unseal a hundred of them so that they could be publicly reviewed. He had concerns about the basis on which some of these orders were sought; he thought some requests were improper. But a more senior judge blocked Owsley's efforts to unseal. Apparently it's important to someone that such orders remain secret long after the relevant investigation has closed. That someone is, broadly, the Justice Department:

The government has said that even after a suspect is apprehended or an investigation dropped, unsealing can reveal informants and cooperators and the technical tools used. A Justice Department spokesman said sealing also protects the privacy of people under surveillance but ultimately never charged with a crime, and that the department turns over any orders that might be "exculpatory or otherwise useful" to defendants.

These sealed orders are for various kinds of surveillance tools, some of which are as wide as an information dump from a particular cell towers.

One tool the WSJ drills down in particular is what's known as a "pen register," which records the numbers called from a given telephone line, or the "to" addresses on an email. (A parallel tool, "trap and trace" device, gets the incoming numbers/emails.) A pen register doesn't give the authorities the content of the messages. But as you can imagine, these lists still contain a lot of valuable information about the known associates of the target of an investigation.

The appeal of a pen register is that it's easier to get than a wiretap, basically. The Electronic Communications Privacy Act, the federal surveillance law that dates back to 1986, allows law enforcement to get them by court order when "the information likely to be obtained by such installation and use is relevant to an ongoing criminal investigation." For those of you who neither went to law school nor watch a lot of Law & Order, "relevant" is a considerably lower standard than "probable cause" required to obtain a warrant under the Fourth Amendment. A lot of legal scholars have never liked this, and want higher protection, but the standards of 1986 have so far held steady.

Pen register use becomes more popular with law enforcement with each passing moment:

Federal courts allowed one surveillance tool called a "pen register"—which records dialed phone numbers and Internet addresses—18,760 times in 2012, according to data released by the Justice Department after a Journal request. That is more than triple the number in 2003, when there were 5,922 such orders.

An additional data point: the Justice Department told the Yale Information Society Project that it had gotten 12,444 pen register orders in 2009. Which means, if you do the math (I'll let you get out your own calculator), not only are more of these requested now, but the rate at which they're being issued is accelerating.

Looking at the orders, like the crusading magistrate judge wants the public to be able to do, would allow for much greater transparency. We could compile statistics on the kinds of cases in which law enforcement is requesting them; we could evaluate whether or not they are being used effectively. We could make sure that there are good reasons for letting law enforcement have these tools at their disposal, and good reason for them to keep their efforts quiet. In short, we would have transparency, informed governance, and the rule of law applied in this new and highly sensitive frontier of investigative work in this great nation.

But then: that would be another country, and besides the wench is dead.

[Image via Shutterstock.]

Watch a Guy Fall Headfirst Into a Sidewalk Cellar

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Watch a Guy Fall Headfirst Into a Sidewalk Cellar

Every rational person in New York fears falling into an open sidewalk cellar. Now, thanks to stellar on-the-scene reporting from CBS New York, we have footage of one unlucky man stumbling headfirst over an open cellar door and into a Harlem deli's basement.

Surveillance cameras near the deli at 119th Street in East Harlem captured the man's fall, which Jerry Whatts witnessed first-hand.

"He didn't see what was going down. He just went right down, head first," Whatts told CBS New York. "People saw him walking toward the gate, and they tried to stop him, but it was already too late. He stumbled down the gate."

The man seen in the video sitting by the cellar doors defended his lack of reaction to CBS New York. "He went over the railing, and I can't jump up out of this chair," Joseph Primes said.

The victim, whose name was not released, reportedly suffered a head injury in the fall.

The Reality of Dating White Women When You're Black

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The Reality of Dating White Women When You're Black

Why do I date white women? Black women have told me it's because I'm a sellout. The white men who can get past the mental anguish of my black penis tarnishing "their" women think I'm making some latent admission that their race has the most attractive women. White women range from those so intrigued by black men that it veers into fetish to those so reluctant to date black men that it feels more racist than preference-driven. These are generalizations, of course, but they are attitudes that I've personally encountered. Skepticism towards black men/white women relationships is a longstanding and well-documented part of our cultural fabric in America.

Most people have it wrong. I'm not a "black man" who "dates white women." I'm a person. I have my own unique experiences and some of them include having dated women who are white, but because interracial dating is such a historically tense and loaded subject, it's hardly ever looked at with any understanding or compassion for the people personally involved. The concept of a black man in a relationship with a white woman is a "thing" that people have an opinion on, and that opinion comes with an entire set of stereotypes, fueled by racist ideology, a complicated past, and sometimes even pop culture. Kanye West once rapped about how successful black men will "leave your ass for a white girl," and then put himself into that box by marrying a white woman, furthering the pervasiveness of flawed, generic ideas about interracial relationships.

That swath of generic ideas has an actual impact on culture and society, too. How many jokes have been made at Kim Kardashian's expense because of her history of dating black men? Twenty-two-year-old virgin psychopath Elliot Rodger just killed six people in California and left behind a paper trial of racially charged sentiments like, "How could an inferior, ugly black boy be able to get a white girl and not me?" The most visible criminal trial of the 20th century centered around a blonde white woman who was presumably murdered at the hands of her black husband, O.J. Simpson. White reaction to The Verdict may have been one of shock and rage, but it's also largely oblivious to the history of disenfranchisement, partially as it relates to interracial relationships, of blacks in this country.

Part of the reason why black people celebrated the O.J. verdict is because it was a rare example of a black man finally beating the system that was so unjust to his people for so long. It was cold, hard, classic revenge. Throughout this nation's history, unfathomable numbers of innocent black men have been hung from trees and burned because of often fabricated stories of their fraternizing with white women, and there were usually no consequences for the white men lynching them.

I was taught the story of Emmett Till by my mother at a young age. I don't think she did it as a warning as much as to be like, "This is something you should be aware of." He was 14. It was 1955. He got dragged out of his uncle's house and tortured and killed because he maybe flirted with a white woman. A racist jury acquitted his murderers, Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam, despite overwhelming evidence, and, to rub salt in the wound, both admitted to killing Till in Look magazine the next year. O.J. getting off brought a twisted, but understandable feeling of justice. The shoe was on the other foot for once and so be it if two white people wound up dead. We'd lost many more. That's harsh, but that's the historical context of black men dating white women that I unfortunately have to consider when doing the same.

Though those events are something of which I'm always cognizant, I didn't adhere to them as any sort of cautionary tale. The story of Till's murder didn't scare me as much as it made me want to piss off racist fucks even more. And I was only six years old when the O.J. verdict was read. Even then, I understood that it was racial, but there was a disconnection from my personal reality. Nothing about my worldview was sexualized yet. Whatever I learned from the trial was tucked away as something that I should know as a black man, but it didn't have a life-altering impact on my own development. I'm not going to murder anyone. For whatever implications the trial had, that shit also had nothing to do with me. The idea was always to live my life however I wanted to live it.

I don't say that as some guilt-ridden rationalization for dating white women. There was no rationalization. I grew up how I grew up. I never consciously set out to date white women. My attraction to them was likely a natural response to my environment. The year after the O.J. verdict, my dad was now getting enough money to move his wife and three children to a nice house in a Chicago suburb. Nobody was trying to assimilate with white people, but sometimes that's just the way things go when you want a better home and better schools for your family. But it does have an unforeseen effect on your outlook when you're one of the few black families in town.

Before I was even 10, I started having crushes on girls, trying to get my first kiss, and all of that. All I saw around me were white girls. I thought this girl was hot because of her freckles and I thought that girl was hot because of her soft hair or whatever and I just wasn't in fifth grade thinking about the racial ramifications of features that I found attractive. Other people think about that, though. I was consuming all of this media and I could just sense from the adults around me that, as a black person, when I was watching TRL, it was expected that I be more attracted to the girls in Destiny's Child than Britney Spears.

By middle school, and especially high school, those expectations were even more apparent. I started to see what it really meant to be in an interracial relationship. Sometimes white girls hid me from their family, especially their father. That was normal. I had one girlfriend in high school who strictly forbade doorbell ringing. I'd let her know when I'd be outside. She was not going to go through the trouble of calling attention to the fact that she was going out with a black guy. I can't say that my own mother has never asked, "When are you going to bring home a girl who looks like me?" Running around with white girls comes across as a rejection of your blackness to the women in your family, even though that wasn't the case. To me, it was simple. The girls who showed me the most attention at school were white. The world made it complicated and assumed I had an ulterior motive, and it sucks, but I understand why.

There are self-hating black men who date white women for contrived and pathetic reasons and I hate them. They're so upfront about their exclusive attraction to white women and they'll give you a list of reasons why. It is deliberate for them. They smugly go out of their way to put down black women based on stereotypical notions about their attitude, or hair, or something equally stupid and it's corny and disgusting. That's one of the issues with interracial dating. Any time a black man walks around with a white woman he's giving off the impression that white women are his specific preference and that he has a problem with women of his own race, and because that applies to some black men who date white women, it becomes a label that all of us are subjected to. It's nothing to walk past a random black woman on the street and get a death glare and maybe even overhear something like, "They're taking all of our men." I was out with my white girlfriend at The Graham in East Williamsburg sometime last year and a black woman came up to me and asked me why was I dating a white girl when she can't even get a man. Shit is crazy out here. I promise.


There are self-hating black men who date white women for contrived and pathetic reasons and I hate them.


I totally get where black women are coming from, too. Truth be told, it's important to me that they also get where I'm coming from and know that I'm not one of these sellouts who views them as undesirable. But because I know I'm not one of those sellouts, I feel no guilt about dating white women. If anything, I just hate that there's such a vast misconception about my intentions from people who don't even know me. I've been with many black women. But I don't feel obligated to be with them. A lot of white women have been extremely accepting of and loving towards me my entire life and that's all there is to it. Though this very article was written in an attempt to bring context to these consistently misunderstood relationships, I don't have to explain who I date to anyone. The reason why I do anything is because I want to.

I never really think about race while dating unless somebody else makes it an issue or I notice that the way a white woman I'm with looks at something is flawed because of her upbringing. But that's not a dealbreaker. I view it as an opportunity to educate and eradicate even a small amount of ignorance. If I explain some racially complex subtlety of life to my white girlfriend, that's one more white person who knows why using "ghetto" as a pejorative is cringeworthy and offensive. That's one more white person who knows why I'm going to arrogantly list off my academic and professional achievements if some white person asks me if I play basketball. And I do play basketball. But don't assume that that's how the fuck I got by in life because I'm black and tall. And I'm going to go off if you say some dumb shit like that to me. But outside of those situations, I'm not thinking about race like that. I've always just dated women who made sense for me. I've never gone into it thinking, she should be white.

The thing is, I have to consider that while I've hooked up with women of other races, just about all of my girlfriends in life, since I was 13, have been white. What does that even mean? Am I secretly one of those black guys who thinks white women are better and hotter and I'm just not ignorant enough to admit it? I've never gone out of my way to reject black women; I just have way higher success rates with white women. I went to a black high school and I wasn't on any of that thug shit and I'm not saying all black women want thugs, but at my high school, a lot of them did and they didn't really care about me. And that's fine. I wasn't like, "Oh my God, black women don't want me," because I'm not entitled to any woman. But there were white girls at school who were fucking with me and that's who I went with.

Still, I can't help but wonder if I've been brainwashed by the Eurocentric beauty standards that dominate the world. I've had varying degrees of romance with women of most races—beyond the black and white binary. Personality is always decisive, but we know that physical attraction is important. I'm very honestly and legitimately attracted to the features of black women, and Latina women, and Asian women, and Indian women, and any other type of woman, but I definitely like the straight, light hair and fair skin and colored eyes you get with a lot of white women.

It's not like I think that type of beauty is superior, but motherfuckers try to make you feel guilty for being attracted to those types of features at all. Let's be real, blonde hair and blue eyes are fucking attractive and thinking that doesn't mean you're a piece of shit who gives those features inherent value over the features of other races. Rihanna is hot and so is Blake Lively. Lupita N'yongo is hot and so is Allison Williams. Sue me for not allowing my race to limit what I find attractive.

Maybe knowing how much a diverse range of attraction upsets people is part of the appeal of interracial dating. No matter how much more commonplace relationships between black men and white women become, the historical context always gives them a rebellious, taboo component that, honestly, kind of adds to the fun and excitement.

Interracial marriages weren't even legal in every state 50 years ago. I've never gone into an interracial relationship outright trying to rebel against anything, but I've always enjoyed making people uncomfortable because ignorant, close-minded fucks need to have new ways of thinking shoved in their faces so they understand that they're wrong and shit is different now.

That's why you hear references to white girls next to signifiers of wealth on recent hits like Chris Brown's "Loyal" or Wiz Khalifa's "We Dem Boyz." To invoke Kanye again, he said "champagne wishes, 30 white bitches" on the best-reviewed album of this decade. White women are sadly some type of trophy and marker of success, and that's a huge fucking problem. As a black man, it invalidates the authenticity of any relationships I have with white women. It's depressingly superficial and it's dangerous. This ideal is why Elliot Rodger felt he had a right to start shooting—because he couldn't get a white woman to go with his BMW.

That said, I understand where the ideal comes from. Whites are privileged in this society and having what they have serves as validation for a lot of people. Successful minorities love to say, "You're privileged but I'm so smart and awesome and financially secure that I have the same, if not better, house, car, and woman as you." That says some unfortunate truths about our society, but when black men date white women, we're put in a position where we have to think about that, whether we choose it or not. Even if you're smart enough to look at the woman you're dating as a human and not a prized object, that mentality is still going to be cast upon you.

You can be completely forthright and fair about whom you date but society will force you to consider these extra circumstances. I don't walk around like, "I'M DATING A WHITE WOMAN!" I never have. I fall in love indiscriminately, but third parties will never let it be that simple for me. They'll always question my motives, and despite having no agenda, I have to think about beauty standards and how they influence me, subconsciously or not. Black men who are confused and self-hating muddle this further, and even more so if they have biracial children who turn out to be the same way.

The same goes for the opposite side of the spectrum. A white woman can blindly fall in love with a black man for who he is, but society will never let her forget that she's DATING A BLACK MAN. That's just how it is. That comes with the territory. If you've been doing it long enough you're used to it and it doesn't faze you because it's all you know. But you still get looks. You still get questions. And all you can do is continue not giving a fuck and hope it won't be that way someday.

That's the reality.

Ernest Baker is a writer living in New York. Follow him on Twitter here.

[Art by Jim Cooke]

The Cocaine King Who Inspired Blow Is Out Of Prison

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The Cocaine King Who Inspired Blow Is Out Of Prison

George Jung, the notorious "cocaine cowboy" portrayed by Johnny Depp in Blow, has been released from prison after serving 20 years.

Jung, now 71, got into the coke game in the mid-'70s after being arrested for dealing marijuana and linking up in prison with Pablo Escobar's Medellín cartel. Eventually, he began working directly with Escobar to supply a rumored 89 percent of America's cocaine while the drug was still at the height of its popularity.

Arrested in 1987, Jung skipped bail until 1994, when he was arrested in Kansas with more than 1,700 pounds of cocaine. Sentenced to 60 years, he was able to secure early release by agreeing to testify against the former cellmate who first connected him to Escobar.

According to TMZ, Jung is being released to a halfway house somewhere on the west coast.

[H/T BroBible, Photo: GeorgeJung.com]

The Taco Bell-Pizza Hut-KFC Guys Are Dabbling in Banh Mi Now

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The Taco Bell-Pizza Hut-KFC Guys Are Dabbling in Banh Mi Now

Fast food mega-brand and diabetic triple-threat Yum! Brands—which sells you Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, and KFC—is testing a "new stealth Asian concept" restaurant in Dallas called Banh Shop. According to Escape Hatch Dallas, the prototype store will be opened inside an old auto repair shop near the Southwestern University campus.

Yum! Brands has been in an experimental phase as of late: they just opened the Chick-fil-A-chasing SuperChix in Arlington and announced plans to open "an upscale taco chain" called U.S. Taco Co. and Urban Taproom in California.

Presumably, whatever branding agency Yum! is paying way too much to come up with these names is the real winner in all of this. http://gawker.com/pizza-hut-is-w...

[H/T Uproxx; Image via Shutterstock]


A former high-ranking attorney for the State Department and National Security Council under George W

Radar Shows Millions of Locusts a Mile Deep in the Air Over New Mexico

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Radar Shows Millions of Locusts a Mile Deep in the Air Over New Mexico

You may have heard that Albuquerque is experiencing a bit of a locust problem right now, with millions of the pests descending on the city as a result of a long drought. But, until now, you haven't seen them on 3-D radar, extending like a thick blanket over a mile into the atmosphere.

Almost every week since The Vane started, I've sung the praises of Doppler weather radar, and one of the many things that weather radar can do is detect birds and bugs as they come out at night.

Weather radar works by sending out pulses of microwave radiation tilted at different angles above the horizon; the beam bounces back and the speed/intensity/shape of the return tells the radar what it's looking at. As the radar beam goes out in a straight line, the curvature of the earth causes the beam to go higher into the atmosphere as it moves further away from the radar site.

The fact that the beam is so close to the ground right around the radar site causes bugs and birds to show up incredibly well. Thankfully for us (but unfortunately for the good people of Albuquerque), the radar at the municipal airport west of the city is smack in the middle of the swarm.

Radar Shows Millions of Locusts a Mile Deep in the Air Over New Mexico

Above is a zoomed-in, static view of the swarm on radar around Albuquerque. The swarm is so intense in some areas that it's clocking reflectivity readings of 35-40 dBZ, or about the strength of a decent rain shower. Notable in the image is the thin line stretching from north to south, which is moving towards the west. These are locusts being bunched up along the leading edge of a gust of wind.

This is what they look like on 3D radar imagery. The swarm extends over 5,000 feet into the atmosphere in some spots.

Radar Shows Millions of Locusts a Mile Deep in the Air Over New Mexico

Here's a closer view of a smaller area immediately over Albuquerque, giving you a better idea of how the swarm is showing up on radar.

Radar Shows Millions of Locusts a Mile Deep in the Air Over New Mexico

An employee for the NWS office in Albuquerque went outside and took this video of the swarm at the office, which is located at the city's airport.

The rest of the world kindly requests that the wonderful citizens of Albuquerque please keep the bugs to themselves. Thank you.

[Images via Gibson Ridge]

Here's Megan Mullally Rapping and Nick Offerman Being Nick Offerman

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No two people are more obviously meant for each other than Nick Offerman and Megan Mullally. The couple stopped by Late Night With Seth Meyers to promote their first live performance together, a show called "Summer of 69." (Very important: There's no apostrophe.)

Offerman has been on tour with his comedy show "American Ham," which will hit Netflix this summer (no doubt instantly turning all of America's boys into men), while Mullally has been singing dirty rap songs and playing ukelele with her band Nancy and Beth.

When they team up to "do as many positions as we can before they kick us out," the DAR hall will never be the same.

[H/T Uproxx]

Thanks For All The Measles, Anti-Vaxxers

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Thanks For All The Measles, Anti-Vaxxers

Contractions of measles—potentially deadly, eminently preventable measles—are increasing logarithmically in the United States, and they are at a 20-year high.

Via BI:

Just in the first months of 2014, from Jan. 1 through May 23, a total of 288 confirmed measles cases have been reported to the CDC, surpassing the highest number of reported cases happening in a full year since the disease was eliminated in the country almost 15 years ago.

The largest number of cases in previous years had occurred during 2011, with 220 cases. The number of cases so far in 2014 is the largest reported in the first five months of a year since 1994, CDC officials said.

What's the cause? Well, measles gets carried into the States by travelers and ravage communities that aren't vaccinated. And lots of states—red and blue—have made it easier to opt out of vaccinations. Whether it's because of Jesus or Jenny McCarthy, lots of people are taking the opportunity... and the risk.

Good job, America! Hit the showers.

What the Fuck Is Going On With Louie's Creepy Sex Scenes?

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What the Fuck Is Going On With Louie's Creepy Sex Scenes?

Last week on Louie, the protagonist was convinced—by several fellow losers and an old lady—that his four-episode courtship of Hungarian beauty Amia wouldn't count as a relationship until he fucked her. So he repeatedly coerced this non-English speaking woman and, after some resistance, was rewarded. It went like this:

Questionable, but not the worst thing the guy's ever done. But then last night, heartbroken after Amia's left the country, Louie returned to his old Nice Guy obsession Pamela (played by co-writer Pamela Adlon; last seen leaving for Paris in the second season finale), who made it clear she was no longer interested. So far, so good.

After a standup gig—the longest of the season, and one that finds him running through much of his best feminist material—Louie finds Pamela asleep on his couch, just like his lost love Amia, crashed out after babysitting his kids. That's when this happened:

So my question is: What the fuck? The language-barrier romance was tricky enough (dream girls are those who don't speak?), and there's intentional parallels everywhere here, in which the gigantic Louie keeps finding teeny-tiny women asleep on couches and coercing them into intimacy: He finds Pamela asleep not long after mournfully staring at the similar couch where he met Amia, and so on. But other than that, I'm at a loss. Does this, um, happen a lot? Are we in Louis CK's usually (but not always) brilliant realm in which he speaks truth to the power of our convenient, conventional wisdom? Or are we being tempted to read this in the context of the auteur's own life and experiences?

I'm not a lady, and I don't date 'em. I'd like to say a dude coming at me with that bullshit would get a Double Dragon kick in the face. (And I've heard enough stories of acquiescence, from our smaller/more passive gay bros, to know he probably wouldn't.) But even so, I'm not dealing with thousands of years of complicated subtleties and negotiations: It's quite possible there is a dance happening here that I'm not equipped to notice, because I never had to learn the steps. I don't enjoy speaking for straight people any more than I'm comfortable speaking for women. But from where I'm standing, in both instances, this was scary as hell.

There are a couple episodes left of the "Pamela" arc, which closes out this season of the show. Is it maybe possible there's a larger lesson our protagonist has yet to learn? I don't think of Louis CK as infallible, in the sense that nobody is, but even when he's saying something troubling there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. Even now, I think the only reason I've been thinking this hard about it is because it is him. But I just can't stop thinking about how small they are, and how thrown they seem, by his Nice Guy creeping. So you tell me: How does this work out?

[Clips via FX]

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