A few weeks ago, my friend Jamie introduced me to the Daily Mail’s website, which is basically the best thing that exists online. Here’s a round-up of some of today’s headlines after a cursory glance at the homepage:
- “The runaway migrant bride: Jamaican dumps new husband 20 MINUTES after arriving at his UK home”
- “Why human-like robots are so creepy to watch (they spark conflict in our brains)”
- “Catherine Zeta-Jones cuts a colourful appearance in a psychadelic kaftan as she hits St Tropez with Michael Douglas”
- “Parisian politician’s wife ‘dressed as catwoman and hid with gun outside flat to kill husband’”
Honestly tell me you don’t want to read these articles, and I will remind you that you’re not my friend.
The best thing about the Daily Mail is that it’s text-light, and extremely image-heavy. You know how normal gossip blogs, like Gofugyourself and Dlisted, show only a few images of a celebrity’s outfit at an event? You’re like, ok, I’m not sure I like Kate Moss’ wedding dress, I wish I could see like 80 more angles of it to make a final judgment call? Also, I kind of need to know what she wore to her rehearsal dinner, and oh yeah, who was the prettiest of her 15 bridesmaids??
The Daily Mail will give you everything you want, and more. It is fucking awesome.
Anykatemossnipple, I was meandering around the homepage, looking for someone worthy to make my Icon, when I stumbled upon these images of Wendi Murdoch beating down the guy who threw a shaving cream pie in Rupert’s face today at his parliamentary hearing.
And I thought to myself, “Now this is a bitch I can look up to.”