me and Tyler just argued for 30 minutes about where we’re going to vacation but he doesn’t want to go to the aquarium and he made me so mad I had to make a meme to cool down
guys i have many feelings about taylor swift but i refuse to believe she is so unbelievably tacky and gauche that she’d get married at madison square garden there is just absolutely no way
CANES WON THE CUP + HART = WORST GOALIE IN SCF HISTORY + EICHEL IS WASHED + DOROFEYEV A BUST + STONE IS BALDING + MITCH MARNER WILL NEVER HAVE AURA + STAAL GOATED + BUSSI SHUTOUT + I'D SMASH BLAKE + WHAT THE FUCK IS A GOLDEN KNIGHT SUPPOSED TO BE ANYWAY
they really stood ten toes down for their rapist goalie only for him to make history with the worst goaltending performance the stanley cup finals have ever seen
i like how for a certain set of millennial women “go piss girl” has become an automatic polite social response in the vein of saying “bless you” but for peeing
Anthony Bourdain had what looked like the best job on the planet. He got paid to roam the world eating whatever he wanted, and strangers everywhere told him things they would never tell a reporter. Eight years ago today, he died by suicide at 61.
For almost thirty years before any of that, he was a cook nobody had heard of, working long hot shifts for little money. He was in his forties when he wrote a book spilling the secrets of what really goes on behind restaurant doors, and almost overnight, the unknown cook became a star.
What made him different was that he never faked it. Other travel hosts smiled at pretty views and pretended to love everything. Bourdain sat on plastic stools in back alleys and ate exactly what the people there ate. Then he got them talking about their real lives, and they trusted him enough to tell him the truth.
He went to places most shows stayed away from, like the Congo, Gaza, Iran, and New Orleans right after Hurricane Katrina. He once ate noodles at a tiny plastic-table joint in Vietnam with a sitting US president. His show Parts Unknown ran for twelve seasons and won a dozen Emmy Awards along with a Peabody, the top prize in broadcasting. It made a food show feel like real reporting on the world.
His death was so shocking because of the gap between the life everyone saw and the life he was actually living. Here was the guy who looked freer than anyone on TV, doing the job millions of people dreamed about, and the pain underneath was almost invisible to the people around him. He had actually talked about it in the open: on camera he once described how something as small as a bad meal could drop him into days of feeling low, and he had written about his heroin addiction from when he was young. None of it fit the cheerful, curious man people thought they knew.
He died just days after the designer Kate Spade died the same way, and that week, calls to the national crisis line jumped 65 percent. The conversation that followed kept circling one hard fact: the life you envy from the outside can be sitting right on top of pain you cannot see. What he left behind is bigger than any of the awards. He taught a whole generation that the fastest way to understand a stranger is to sit down and eat what they eat.