Like everyone else, I was overjoyed when Superman saved the day and gave that annoying General Zodd the pounding of a lifetime, but I couldn’t help but shake my head and wonder AT WHAT COST did victory come? Metropolis was all but LEVELED in the climactic blow-out. Building after building was destroyed along with how many countless lives? How does a city recover after devastation like that? Well, BuzzFeed contacted the hazard-assessment team at Watson Technical Consulting led by Charles Watson, and using analytical models on the Metropolis stand-ins of New York and Chicago, Watson estimated that some “129,000 people would have died, with another 250,000 going missing in the rubble, and nearly a million beyond that left injured…. The overall impact, Watson says, ‘seemed to be similar to an air burst from a 20kt nuclear explosion in terms of shock effects, but without the radiation or thermal effects.’ (But with the heartwarming effects of seeing Superman and Lois hug.) All told, he puts the cost of the physical damage for the film’s third act at $750 billion, with a total economic impact of around $2 trillion.” If he just would have surrendered like a good little alien and left the planet with Zodd all of this could have been avoided. The beautiful ones are always so selfish. (via AV Club)
Sensing a pattern? Seems to me, next summer the clothes are going to be busy, busy, busy, loud, loud, loud, and totally migraine inducing. Can’t wait! I would seriously buy ALL of these outfits. (via Fucking Young!)
Oh, lawd. That cover is NASTY. Whooo. What a DORKFACE. It’s embarrassing. Among the comments on ONTD: “Amanda don’t lie,” “He looks just like Ricky from My So-Called Life,” “Serving senior photo realness,” and “Not even beer goggles help with that face.” And I keep reading the cover line as “DRAKE STARTED AS A BOTTOM”…
Well, a couple of things happened on last night’s episode. The most important thing was that Isaac wore a scarf. A navy blue scarf, to be exact, and it nearly broke Tumblr. You’d think no man in the history of the world had ever donned a scarf before. It was if the rapture had broken out in Beacon Hills. Angels were singing. People were sobbing. The world almost slipped off its axis. Personally, I find scarves to be a silly, useless hipster affectation that peaked in 2010, but I gotta give it to Isaac, man, he wore the FUCK out of that scarf. The second most important thing that happened last night was that Stiles’ “almost girlfriend” was found dead with her throat strangled and slit, and her head bashed in (overkill, literally). When my poor baby saw her body on the slab at the morgue he got little tears in his eyes and his little face sort of crumpled up and it was a great moment in ACTING (see below). Dylan really sold the scene and the entire viewing audience wanted to reach out and hold him. Well, we always want to do that, but this was special. Kudos to him.
In honor of gay pride month, we’re celebrating one of the mainstays of queer culture, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. You see them everywhere (especially on the West Coast), but what do you really know about these men in nun’s habits? The gorgeous Sister Indica explains who the sisters are and how they went from party girls in San Francisco in the ’70s to the activists, fundraisers, and caregivers they are today. Along the way, she transforms me into her holy hybrid, SISTER SATIVA. Fabulous!
Taylor Lautner hangs with his stunt double between scenes for his upcoming flick Tracers in NYC; Teen Beach Musical star Garrett Clayton stares dolefully at a reporter while waiting for his flight at LAX; Gwen Stefani walks the red carpet at the Los Angeles premiere of Monsters University. Love the glasses; and Ireland Baldwin is seen walking across the street with her surfer boyfriend Slater Trout after getting her nails done in Los Angeles. Slater Trout, Slater Trout, Slater Trout. SUCH a good name for a celebrity boyfriend. Better than Casper Smart. Better than River Viiperi. And easier to say than Brahim Zaibat. (Photos: Pacific Coast News)
Angelyne, Nina Hagen, and Cassandra Peterson, circa ’85. Love the old Straight to Hell T-shirt. (via Solayava)