Keanu Reeves is currently in Berlin working on The Matrix 4. His girlfriend, Alexandra Grant, is with him and while, for the most part, they’re probably enjoying themselves, they do have a concern: her stalker. There’s a woman who clearly refuses to accept that Keanu and Alexandra are happy and in love and keeps threatening and harassing them. I feel like she isn’t the only one because I’ve gotten some weird ass emails from people all like, Alexandra is a liar, she’s not with Keanu! 


Five days have passed since Princess Beatrice got married and we’re still getting wedding updates so while her wedding may not have been the extravaganza that her father was hoping for, they’re still getting more headlines than I expected(Cele|bitchy) 

Look. I know most of you aren’t going to agree with me – but I want these jean-joggers so bad. They’re amazing. Because drop crotch is amazing. Because jeans should be comfortable. Because the combination of jeans and drop crotch and joggers and a cuffed hem is basically the best invention ever. (Go Fug Yourself) 

If you could freeze time for ten seconds, what would you do with it? Of course because this is where my brain is at these days, my mind went to a Korean drama series from a few years ago called You From Another Star. Kim Soo-hyun, who stars in my current favourite show It’s Okay To Not Be Okay, plays an alien with super powers who can stop time and most of the time he stops time for good to save people from accidents and sh-t but on a couple of occasions (I think, it’s been a while since I watched) he stops time to kiss his love interest which… is that a consent problem? She was in love with him too and would have wanted to be kissed but I dunno if this is a grey area. (Pajiba) 

I spent this past weekend listening to The Chicks’ new album, Gaslighter. I love it. I loved playing it while I cooked, while I cleaned up, while I did laundry, I loved hearing Natalie’s voice carry me through my day. I love her. I love them. And like Rob Harvilla, I can’t forget “Julianna Calm Down”, perhaps one of the most quietly powerful songs on the album. I wish my name was included. (The Ringer)