So… basically The Artist is about this chick who meets a much older guy like three times for all of 30 seconds each and then she devotes her life to stalking/saving him, despite him being a married, entitled, pitiful, self-serving alcoholic, and despite her being a smart, savvy, talented, sexy professional, and then also the only black people in the film are literally carrying spears and wearing loincloths? And really hot French guys are actually made kind of ugly when they have gross tiny mustaches?

Right, that's what I thought, just checking.

I've never seen a more bald admission that the big New York newspaper is for and about white, well-off people, even as it acknowledges that this is so. "There have always been, and will always be, barriers in real estate, lines that certain buyers will not cross…. But as people of means continue to crowd the city, those lines have been shifting."

*No, not really, they won't. We're only talking about white people moving from 96th Street to 102nd Street. In Manhattan! Brave, brave white "people of means."

Presenting My Ex-Wife's Wedding Dress, in which a man with a whole lot of issues with his ex and a hankering for a book deal uses the dress his former spouse married him in to do things like play jump rope, wash the dishes, strain pasta, and floss his teeth. (Not in that order, although he does do the flossing after using the thing as a gym towel. Ew.) Can't wait for the answer blog, My Ex-Husband's Sociopathic Nature And Kind Of Gross Attitudes Towards Personal Cleanliness, to launch!

It seems worth mentioning that, as loaded as this charming Times style report on Alex Dimitrov's gay poetry salon is with the air of "hot dudes getting together and getting it on!" (for example: "The play between art and desire is always in the air" sounds spicy but is immediately followed by something about how the salon went to Brooklyn in summer?) and as… wanton as host Dimitrov himself comes off (like: “I sort of had a list of gays that I wanted to come, and some of them that I wanted to sleep with"), there's not a single incident in the story of anyone hooking up. Actually, [...]

It rather looks like it's time to turn off the Donald Trump channel. Although he's providing some delightful and much-needed levity in these rather frightening and oh-so-serious times, the fact remains that… HE'S BEHAVING QUITE TERRIBLY. And if it's in service of something, what could that possibly be? Not just the whole warring with the Times thing—which, there is no way the Times should have given him space to air his incorrect views without rebuttal—and freaking out all over, straight-up birther-style, but printing out Vanity Fair blog posts and mailing them to Graydon Carter? He's now a figurehead of a very, very small but very vocal [...]

From time to time, The Awl offers its space to normal, everyday people with a perspective on national issues. Today, we're pleased to bring you this report by Jeff Johnson, who, after reading Padgett Powell and recent reports on Popeye's spinach abuse, realized that he has some questions about Wimpy. Should you somehow answer all of his questions in a comment, he will buy you a Shake Shack hamburger next Tuesday. No fibbing. Shake Shack is not affiliated with this promotion.

Were you familiar with the character Wimpy in the cartoon Popeye? Did a comic strip better convey, perhaps, Wimpy's-Depression-era desperation when it came to begging albeit [...]

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MTV at Zuccotti Park: the channel will premiere "True Life: I’m Occupying Wall Street" on Nov. 5 (a Saturday).Mon Oct 24 15:41:09 via Twitter for iPhoneBrian Stelterbrianstelter

The revolution will not be… something something.

Story time! Gather round! So, a few years ago, a single woman had a few beers and made out with guy on Halloween and didn't have sex with him.

And then later, when she was better known, a guy anonymously wrote a story about it on the Internet.

I know I'm not alone in thinking that, clearly, she is a horrible slut. And one who definitely shouldn't have a job or be taken seriously. And him? Just an innocent, nameless dude who met a slut one time. On accident. Accidental slut meeting! And so it's really interesting reading, right? That people (don't) have sex and do drink alcohol. [...]

Oh, Mike Bloomberg: "You know, last time I checked, pharmaceutical companies don't make a lot of money, their executives don't make a lot of money – not that they couldn't do better." That was on the radio this morning, says Liz Benjamin. Oh but. After a commercial break, "the mayor said he had done a quick Google search and discovered that some big drug company execs are actually 'making a decent amount and more than a decent amount.'" So this is one of the ways in which having the richest man in New York City as mayor is extremely unhelpful.