One Direction Just Posed For The ‘Cutest Selfie Ever,’ Thanks To The Genius Of Jimmy Kimmel

Want ultimate cuteness? Here’s an idea: Let’s put the guys of One Direction in a room with kittens, Boo the Pomeranian, a few adorable little kids, some pink fluffy things and a unicorn.

Wait, it’s been done already?

BEHOLD – the #CutestSelfieEver – watch #Kimmel tonight. @OneDirection pic.twitter.com/C8fC8j34yc

— Jimmy Kimmel (@jimmykimmel) November 21, 2014

On “Jimmy Kimmel Live!” Thursday, late-night talk show host Jimmy Kimmel asked the One Direction lads if they’d help him create the “cutest selfie ever.” The band, which recently released its fourth album, happily obliged and posed with a bevy of adorable things for the Internet-breaking photograph.

Watch how the super cute photo shoot went down:


Winter Sucks: A Poem

Why do I live here?
Aw, hell — I don’t know,
November,
Wind chill eight below.

Forty-five years now,
In this stupid state,
You’d think I’d adjust,
But, no — I still hate.

Six inches of snow,
Came down overnight,
The whole yard is covered,
In “Acid-…


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Some African-Americans Remain Skeptical Over Bill Cosby Rape Allegations On Social Media

Following a string of sexual assault allegations resurfacing in recent weeks, Bill Cosby’s legacy as one of pop culture’s most iconic and influential figures have faced public scrutiny. To date a total of 15 women, including supermodel Janice Dickinson, have accused Cosby of sexual assault.

And though the legendary comedian has yet to address the claims, NBC network has decided to pull the plug on a developing Cosby sitcom, which also resulted in TV Land’s decision to stop airing reruns of “The Cosby Show,” and Netflix postponing the launch of a forthcoming stand-up special.

Such actions stemming from the growing list of accusations have some questioning whether Hollywood has distanced itself from the 77-year-old comedian while former co-stars dismissing assault rumors.

With that said, we asked for your thoughts, feelings and opinions on the series of sexual assault allegations against Bill Cosby. Here are some of the responses we received, in addition to a few celebrity reactions:

“I defend Dr. Cosby until God, or DNA says different! Why not bash a black Icon?! Amerikkka eats it’s young and old.” — Luqman A Sudan

“I don’t know what to believe ,but I do have a problem with why wait so many years to tell…… you could have save and protected the other 14 the motives sound malicious.” — Jelecia ImmaStylist King

“Kind of suspicious. With due respect if it’s true follow the law, otherwise it is sad indeed. Why the silence until now?” — Peter Odeh

“It’s not weird at all that he hasn’t spoken out. It would be very naive to think that words don’t get twisted by the media. He’s doing it right. If he ends up going to trial, he’ll have ample opportunity to testify” — Stephanie Denise Vault-Bey

“I don’t know if it’s true, partially true, or a total lie, but waiting over 30 years to report it!?!? The stories don’t make sense and to treat this old man like a criminal based on some ancient allegations with no proof is crazy! What is really going on here???” — Leslie Brown-Spear

I worked with @BillCosby in ’86 when I was 19. We were alone together many times. He was a perfect gentleman & became a mentor to me.

— Stacey Dash (@REALStaceyDash) November 20, 2014

Cosby rape allegations are classic case of he said/she she she she she she she she she she she she she she she said > http://t.co/gxhZ0ziS5i

— Piers Morgan (@piersmorgan) November 19, 2014

I can’t say whether Bill Cosby is innocent or guilty. But the idea that his philanthropy and activism are a pass is repugnant.

— Marc Lamont Hill (@marclamonthill) November 16, 2014

15 people accuse of doing the same crime, about the same way, you did that ish. #forclarity

— Demetria Lucas (@abelleinbk) November 19, 2014

Because Cosby made you laugh and is a good actor doesn’t mean he can’t also be a rapist. #forclarity

— Demetria Lucas (@abelleinbk) November 19, 2014

Been thinking all week that the change in reaction to Cosby allegations is due in part to feminists shifting the culture around these issues

— Zerlina Maxwell (@ZerlinaMaxwell) November 20, 2014

@blackvoices he’s always been a known womanizer & where there’s smoke there’s fire. Over 10 women can’t be telling the same story if a lie

— #teamLEBRON (@BerrieOH) November 20, 2014

.@blackvoices so the fact he has all these rape allegations against him, I believe every one of em. He’s been suspect in my eyes #BVTellUs

— BlackGirlMagic (@DiDiCIM) November 20, 2014

@blackvoices Hate idea of not reporting crime, then going to media years later to basically blackmail people out of public life #BVTellUs

— Virginia Torbert (@Moonlitechirp) November 20, 2014

@blackvoices @tyrend4 i think in my opinion they are just doing this for publicity i don’t believe he did that no doubt in my mind.

— Bonita Randolph (@tyrend4) November 20, 2014

@blackvoices Bill Crosby probably was a arrogant wealthy hoe now his past has caught up with him. There’s no statutory timeline on hurt.

— Vanessa Thompson (@Zenyie) November 20, 2014

@Glamor14kt @blackvoices Thanks, had same issue w/Anita Hill – I believed her, but not right 2 wait and attack when Thomas up for Supreme Ct

— Virginia Torbert (@Moonlitechirp) November 20, 2014


A Thanksgiving Tale

Thanksgiving of 1621 was a minor feat compared to the one of 2003. Sure, the Separatists aboard the Mayflower faced their fair share of tribulations. They’d been driven out of England after years of religious persecution, forced to find spiritual haven in a new land. They boarded a ship and sailed across the stormy Atlantic for weeks. The Pilgrims, now reduced by half thanks to a relentless winter and an outbreak even worse than those lurking on a Carnival Cruise, came upon the Wampanoag Indians at Plymouth. An accord was reached and the harvest feast was shared between the natives and the new arrivals. For dessert, the guests served up a hearty dose of non-indigenous seeds and viruses.

Jump ahead some centennials to modern-times when the colonists had discovered New York City and much better clothing. My then-fiancee and I had spent a whirlwind six months together before he proposed marriage. It was shocking to everyone, and bets were quietly exchanged by family and friends as to when we’d announce the arrival of our accidental baby. The presentation of the bride-to-be to the groom’s family was slated for Thanksgiving. I was nervous for myriad reasons. His family is big, a precursor to the Gosselins, comprised of seven children and two parents. Meeting any individual from your significant other’s family can raise blood pressure, but meeting an entire Congressional hearing of them is an entirely different kind of health event. I empathize with the nervousness the newcomers must have felt when confronted by a tribe of natives for I, too, had to worry about being rejected and, possibly, scalped.

By the time we embarked on our journey up the New England coast to Maine, I was suffering something far worse than dysentery. I had a scourge only a woman knows. If Dante’s layers of hell included a 10th plane, it would be The Eternal Urinary Tract Infection. Anyone who has experienced the singular pain of urinating a fire-breathing dragon can attest that a road trip is the last thing an afflicted person should undertake. I was dreading the long trip since my condition left me seeking a bathroom every four minutes, and I was certain my fiancé would call off the wedding if he saw me seated upon a portable potty chair in the passenger seat.

As I squirmed in my seat somewhere along the path in Connecticut, he asked if I was excited to meet his family.

“Sure, can’t wait,” I breathed while squeezing my legs together.

I imagined myself in more comfortable times, frolicking hand-in-hand with my non-inflamed bladder on a beach somewhere. He continued, “There’s a ton of food: Potatoes, stuffing, green beans, bread. There’s even an artisanal cheese.”

I hallucinated that he had said vaginal cream.

“Cheese. Great,” as sweat beaded on my forehead.

“It’s called Fromunda cheese. It’s an old family recipe.”

Visions of antibiotics danced in my head.

By the time we arrived, we had stopped no less than thirty times to use the facilities. Fortunately, my physician was tracked down at home by his emergency service who cited a highly unstable woman describing her symptoms as “peeing Fire Sauce and jalapeños.” The doctor phoned in a prescription that we intercepted before arriving to the homestead. Like the new arrivals to Plymouth, I was relieved to disembark my vessel and I was ready to reap this harvest.

I had no shiny weapons, no furs or pelts, no spoils from our home to offer my native hosts. My dowry was limited to a pile of American Express debt, but they welcomed me anyway. While I had trouble understanding the tribal Mainers I had encountered in the wild, I was able to converse freely with the family. When they weren’t squinting at my stomach, trying to ascertain whether I might be carrying a girl or boy, we enjoyed an easy and spirited interaction. As the horde of family members swarmed the appetizer table, there was talk of the food to come, and I recalled the earlier conversation in the car.

“I’ve heard all about the Fromunda cheese,” I told every sibling to cross my path. “I can’t wait to try it!”

They would smile politely before returning their focus to counting the holes in their Ritz crackers, so I figured this special brand of fromage was a stringently protected family secret. As the big meal was consumed, I found myself in conversation with a sister and her boyfriend. While he and I had struck shore upon different ships, we shared a camaraderie as strangers from a foreign land. He had set foot upon their territory before so I thought to ask him if he’d tried this elusive Fromunda cheese.

His eyes squinted in confusion and my fiancé’s sister snorted and elbowed her brother, “Did she just say Fromunda cheese?”

He looked at me, mouth agape, and issued a frenzied whisper, “Fromunda cheese is a joke!”

His sister and her boyfriend suppressed laughter as I inquired quietly after the meaning of Fromunda cheese. Like a finalist in the spelling bee, I needed to know the provenance of the word and hear it used in a sentence.

“Fro-mun-da. From unda a man’s balls.”

That would have been the time to release a coughing fit of smallpox to decimate the local population, but the antibiotics coursing through my bloodstream had left me clean as a whistle. No wonder all the paintings of the First Thanksgiving depicted smiling and bread-breaking between the Natives and the Settlers. While serving up the Grouse, the Natives were saying in a language only they understood, “Look at these guys eating all this food we had to hunt. Think they want some Fromunda cheese? From unda my buckskin?”

Laughter would erupt from the Indians as the Pilgrims looked at each other nervously and said, “That sounds lovely. Pass it over.”