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In what may be the creepiest story you’ll hear all day, riders of the DC Metro, the public transit system that ferries millions of people around our nation’s capital everyday, are now becoming bona fide amateur porn stars thanks to one sneaky pervert.

A reader of PoPville, a community blog for the DC area, wrote a post titled “Creep filming women on metro” which claims a man riding the subway has been secretly filming women wearing short shorts and skirts and then posting the footage to a YouTube-like porn site called XHamster. According to the tip, the blogger investigated a member on the porn site after seeing a video and recognizing the colors of the Metro’s seats. Apparently the anonymous user has posted dozens of clips of young women (most of them labeled as teenagers) riding the train with his smart phone.

The Metro Transit Police Department is already investigating the claim and any women who have been featured in said videos can file a complaint with through the site but as far as seeing this a**hole get what he deserves when it comes to the law, don’t hold your breath. This summer, a similar incident occurred with a Virginia man who was arrested for taking the same kinds of photos of women sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, but a judge dismissed his case, basically ruling that the women were asking for it thanks to the way they were sitting.

Faith in humanity destroyed.

Via WTOP

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The end credits for The Boxtrolls, a stop motion animation film by Laika, is a clever time lapse sequence showing the work that goes into moving the characters. You can tell how long it takes by how often the animator's outfit changes.

Christopher Jobson of Colossal writes:

I first saw Boxtrolls in the theater last September with my son, and this single scene caused a more vocal response from the audience than any other moment in the entire movie. People were literally gasping, myself included.

The Boxtrolls is already available for purchase on Amazon...might have to watch this with the kids soon.

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Say what you want about Apple‘s ability to innovate in recent years, but the company can still crank out a tear-jerker. Get ready to blame phantom onions and dust, because their latest commercial — “The Song” — might be the company’s most emotional, tear-inducing offering yet.

(Via Apple)

On this day long ago, a child was born who, by age 30, would transform the world. Happy Birthday Isaac Newton b. Dec 25, 1642

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THE PAPER BAG PRINCESS IS THE GREATEST WORK OF CHILD LITERATURE THERE HAS EVER BEEN AND IT MAY HAVE MADE ME THE PERSON I AM TODAY

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Earlier this month, George Clooney appeared in a teaser for a Downton Abbey spoof for charity. The full video ran over the weekend on British network ITV’s annual Text Santa fundraiser, and it is delightful as all hell.

In the spoof of It’s a Wonderful Life, Lord Grantham loses his fortune and ends up wishing that he’d never lived. In that Wonderful Life alternative timeline, George Clooney appears in his place, as his wife’s new husband, George Oceans Gravity, Lord of Hollywood. He makes out with Cora. Thomas the footman attempts to kiss him, and The Dowager Countess rolls off the couch and faints when Clooney kisses her on the hand. Clooney even poses for a 1920s selfie.

Jeremy Piven is also featured in the first half as his Mr. Selfridge character, but honestly, the Clooney stuff is the best part, so if you want to skip to the 5:00 mark to watch his two-and-a-half minute appearance, all you need to know is that Lord Grantham is witnessing what life might be look at Downton without him (spoiler: It was gone to “rack and ruin”).

I gotta say, if Clooney had kissed a few hands and made out with a few more people, he might have gotten at least ONE person to sign his petition to have The Interview released in theaters.

Via Deadline

A man named Adam Buxton had a conversation with his five-year-old daughter about Star Wars. At one point, the conversation shifted to Princess Leia and the slave outfit.

Daughter: “It’s actually a pretty good look for her.”
Father: “Some people think it’s embarrassing and not very nice to make a woman dress up like that.”
Daughter: “I don’t care.”

We need to give this girl a YouTube channel ASAP. She’s insanely entertaining.

by Jess Lowry

Mid-turn, and the whole thing stopped moving. With a sighhhhh. And a click. The person in front of me (hair scraped into a bun and brown coat) was able to squeeze out. As was the person behind me (heavy boots and red scarf). But I was trapped. By three walls of glass. After much pushing and shrugging on my part, the security guard approached holding up a note written on the back of a ticket stub. Are you ok? Door stuck? His name tag said “Bill” and he could not have been older than 19. “I can hear you,” I said. “Yes it is. And yes, I’m fine.” Good, Bill wrote on his hand before, subsequently, transforming these words into a thumbs up. He turned to another security guard: “I think the door’s stuck,” he said. Bill’s Friend looks at the door. And then at me: “Christ.”

10:15 AM: Bill and his Friend start to pull the door. And like any self-respecting young woman living in a post-Liam-Neeson-Taken era, I decided to call… my father. “Dad. I’m trapped in a revolving door.” There followed a crunch of cornflakes. “Is this a metaphor?” My father asked. “Did you want to speak to your mother? You know I’m no good at these sorts of problems.” I tell him it’s real. I tell him it’s happening. I tell him to feed my fish if I don’t make it out. “Honey, [cornflake crunch/ swallow] have you actually tried pushing the door. Push the door. See what happens.” This whole time, museum patrons are trying to use the revolving door/my new glass prison. Puzzled when nothing happens, they look at me. And then exit through the side door to the left. Some of them shake their heads or roll their eyes. I have, they presume, broken the door. Children are crying: they wanted to go through “the spinning” door: “What did the lady do?” A small girl asks her mother. “I can hear you,” I say.

10:20 AM: After five minutes of unsuccessful pushing and pulling, Bill’s Friend approaches the glass with a note: Facilities are coming. I nod: “Good stuff.” Bill’s friend raises his eyebrows, blinks and writes back: How’s your air? Asthma?  Oh. Right. Ok. Right. Because *could I* suffocate in here? I shake my head. He smiles and writes: Ok. Stay Calm. Stay still.  “I”ll try,” I say as he walks away. So, like they tell you in those high-socked Primary School fire drills, I sat down. In order to avoid the non-existent smoke. All the air is at the bottom of the revolving door, right? Right. Ok. Good. Knees to chin.

10:27 AM: Bill, Bill’s Friend and the newly arrived Facilities Man and Woman all stand in a line and give multiple thumbs up. “She has interesting hair,” Facilities Woman whispers, cocking her head to the side. “I can hear you,” I reply. They nod with big grins: “Keep—smiling,” Facilities Man says through gritted teeth: “Keep—smiling. Keep—her—calm.” After exuberant waves and hammer mimes, the latter two start working on the mechanism to the side of the door.  Meanwhile, Bill and his Friend get back on their walkie-talkies: “We have a situation here.”

10:32 AM: All this time, out on the street, people wander past. Students, Christmas shoppers, university staff, museum staff, old, young, prammed, wheel-chaired: they’re all moving. There’s scuffing and shuffling and running for the bus. Loitering and lolling and a man grabs a woman’s hand. They’ve been walking in stride but she yanks her palm away, and places it over her neck, saying something I can’t hear and backing away. A mother leans down to tie a girl’s yellow shoe. A man drops a binder and the papers scuttle over the pavement like one-winged doves: hovering and falling and taken by cars.  

Alerted by the group of small people around the door, some of these pedestrians smile in my direction. Or stop to stare. “Art installation,” one woman sighs to her companion: “total student rubbish.”

10:33 AM: Cue the arrival of a group of my scarfed students from last term. They wave. “Hi Jess!” Facilities Woman shakes her head and looks up from her position on the pavement: “she can’t hear you.” The students nod in unison and grin. Two of them salute and they all keep walking, arm-in-arm. This predicament, it seems, does not look unusual to them.

However, their class was Fiction Writing 101. And—among other things—I made them follow strangers around supermarkets, write about the contents of their shopping trollies and wear each other’s shoes for a day: their reaction here is fair.

10:39 PM: Cue the appearance of French Neighbor. Giselle is beautiful and French and may have been lead to the impression that I, in fact, speak French. “Allo? Jezzie?” She gets right up to the glass and says something to Bill’s Friend. He replies in French and is, with wide eyes, clearly transfixed. She is beautiful and French and the Facilities Man stops working for a second to look at her face. (Leave Giselle! You are too beautiful!). She puts her un-opened bottle of water in front of the door and nods at me. Then—borrowing the pen from Bill’s Friend who is ignoring the (now audible) yelling on his walkie-talkie—she writes a note and presses it against the window. I do not, as it happens, speak or read French. But this all feels too complicated, at this point, to explain through a stuck revolving door. So I nod: “Oui.” She kisses her fingertips and places them on the glass, mimes washing her face and points to the bottle of water. “Au revoir,” she says though, very loudly though so its more like: “OHHHEVVWARRRRRRR.” And she’s gone. Bill’s Friend looks bereft, and watches her turn the corner: a whip of (so gold it’s almost) silver hair around red brick.

10: 45 AM: Cue, of course OF COURSE BECAUSE WHY NOT, my Supervisor and her Colleague. They have nice satchels. And the highest heels. White necks above long, black coats. Small earrings that catch the light. They’ve come from a lecture and are, loudly, discussing the “Poor quality of the speaker.” Supervisor stops mid-step and looks at me. Sitting. In a revolving door. Wearing a strange jumper. Holding a book. That she gave me to read… three months ago. There is no surprise in her voice, rather resignation when she turns to her high-chinned Colleague: “That’s Jess. Over there. In the door.” Colleague nods, knowingly: “Ahhhh.” She accompanies this with an exaggerated sad face at me. “I can hear you,” I say, pointing at my ears.

10:47 AM:  With her leather folder under her arm, Supervisor talks to the small crowd working on the door. “How long?” And, “How much?” And, “Who?” And, “What?” And, “Ridiculous.” Her voice, eve outside the office, is sharp and bright. Thin like a knife. Bill’s Friend stammers his replies. He wants Giselle back. I know how he feels. Reaching out with her black, gloved fingers, Supervisor approaches a Suited Man who’s just arrived, clutching blueprints. She takes his elbow and leans in to speak. “she can’t hear you,” Suited Man says, hastily turning the blueprints round and round like a steering wheel. Supervisor asks to borrow his pen and her Colleague’s lecture program. She gets right up close to the door though, she does not bend down so that I should stand to read her note: Ok? My usual interaction with Supervisor’s handwriting involves phrases such as (but not limited to):  WHAT? or  WHY? or NO or GRAMMAR IS IMPORTANT TO THE REST OF US. I nod. Thumbs up. Supervisor hands the pen back to the Suited Man who is squinting at a folder. “Email me,” Supervisor mouths, typing on an invisible keyboard then, raising her free arm into a shrug: “CHAP-TER? SOME-TIME? SOON?” And she’s gone.

10:50 AM: A tourist takes a photo. I smile?

10:55 AM: A group of tourists pose for a photo. I do not smile. I feel like a panda.

11:00 AM: A—very very very small—boy comes up and puts his hand on the glass. Pink starfish. I resist the urge to put my hand up too. It’s busier now and more people are pointing and talking. This exact situation comprises 34% of my nightmares (add laughter, and we’d be at 50%). It’s warm in the glass with the sun coming in. It’s warm and I take off my coat. It’s warm and the noises are loud. And then, I’m holding my own hand. At this point, I start to lose it. Stuck in the revolving door, this is where I’m going to die. Of course it is, though. Fueled by indecisiveness.  Wholly transparent. Locked in frustrated, circular motion. Tights-that-I-thought-were-black-but-that-are-navy. Everything within reach. But nothing attainable. Thin air (?). On my knees. With my laptop. And lots of chewing gum. Goodbye world. I call my father again. “Now honey, are you sure you’ve pushed the door?”

11:05 AM: The Museum Director, I know this because he presses his business card against the glass, is there along with more security guards and what looks like a fireman. At this point, Bill reappears. He gets down on his knees and sits at my eye level: We’re going to break the glass, he flips over his piece of paper with a second message: Cover—your—eyes—with—your—coat. “WHAT!” I say as he motions to the fireman who, only now do I see, is holding an axe. A giant axe. Meanwhile, behind me, two (very large) Cafeteria Staff have been pushing against the frame with their shoulders and—both slowly and suddenly—the hydraulics (extremely asthmatic hydraulics) sigh. And something clicks. The glass moves.

11:06 AM: A few of the people watching jump in to help the Facilities Man/the Facilities Woman/Bill/Bill’s Friend/the Suited Man/the axe-wilding Fireman and the Museum Director pull the door from the other side. Wide enough gap. Laptop through first. Then a knee, then a shoulder, then a head. A cheer from the crowd. The air is cold. And the sun not so hot. But my coat is still trapped. Shrugged down in a corner, abandoned like shed skin.

11:10 AM: Sitting on the pavement, Museum Director is asking “how” I would “rate” the museum’s response to the situation. On a scale of 1-10. Are there improvements the museum could make in the future? Are there adjustments they could make in the coming days? “I felt like a panda,” was all I could say.  

FEEL FREE TO VISIT THE MUSEUM ANYTIME ON US,

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OPEN ACCESS FOR THE YEAR.

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by Ester Bloom

Oh, Science! You’re the best. ((hugs))

Scientists have found that hugs can protect stressed people from getting sick, providing them with more social support that protect them against infection. …

the scientists assessed 404 healthy adults, who filled out a questionnaire about perceived support. The researchers then conducted phone interviews to assess frequencies of interpersonal conflicts and receiving hugs. Then, the volunteers were exposed to a common cold virus and monitored in quarantine.

In the end, the researchers found that perceived social support reduced the risk of infection associated with experiencing conflicts. In fact, hugs were responsible for one-third of the protective effect of social support.

This seems both bizarre and suspect on some level but who cares! Hugs all around. If it’ll keep me from sniffling throughout the winter, I’ll hug just about anybody.

Assuming the power of hugs fails you, though, and you do fall sick? For the love of God and your IRA, save your money and go with generic drugs. 

The difference in price between brand names and generics accounts for tens of billions of dollars “wasted” every year by Americans in pharmacies, according to the economics researchers. They also found that more highly educated people are more likely to buy generic medications, concluding that “misinformation explains a sizable share of the brand premium for health products.”

The FDA requires drugstore brands to be “bioequivalent,” meaning there is no difference between Rite-Aid aspirin and the several-times-more-expensive Bayer kind: “a generic version of a drug must deliver the same amount of active ingredients into your bloodstream in the same amount of time as the brand-name drug.”

Yet people will swerve across several lanes of traffic to go with Bayer. Why? Misplaced trust, suggests the Atlantic. Or an assumption that Bayer, perhaps because it costs more, has nicer factories, better quality control, and so on.

The article points out that there are also ten thousand combo cold medicines these days. Simply looking at the CVS over-the-counter medication aisle is likely to induce vertigo and headache, and that’s before you check out the prices. Or, you could avoid pharmacies entirely. A doctor once told me that, in the medical field, they have a saying: “Treat a cold and it’s gone in 10 days; don’t treat a cold, and it will last a week and a half.” Oh physician! Heal thyself — with laughter!

Tea, honey, soup, sleep. The rest is commentary.

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Around APW this week, we’ve been hard at work preparing to settle down for our winter’s nap (more on that a little later today). Not one to do things half-assed, I’ve already got a hefty stack of books on my nightstand that I’m excited to dig in to. And one of them is our next APW Book Club pick!

I only picked up and started reading Bad Feminist about a week ago, but already, I’m hooked. This is one of those rare books that feels like it was written for all of us here at APW, or really any woman living in the present day. Roxane’s writing is openhearted and honest, and with every page I find myself sitting up straighter, trying to give more of my attention to her words.

Roxane Gay has been killing it as an essayist in recent months, so instead of questions for this book, since I’ve only just started, we’ve rounded up this list of other reasons you need to read, really, everything she’s written (including this book!), right now.

• There’s that one when TIME decided we should ban the word feminist.
• Her thoughts on the price of black ambition.
• Her words on Ferguson, Bill Cosby, and more over at The Toast.
• And here’s an edited version of Bad Feminist’s introduction, to get you started.

If you want to organize your own meet up with people in your town, feel free to organize that in the comments below. And now, a refresher course on how book club works:

• Go buy (or borrow, or check out) Bad Feminist. (If you buy it using that link, you help support APW!)
• Read it sometime between now and January 28th.
• Come back here on January 28th, and we’ll discuss our thoughts, book club style.
• Extra credit: Got something interesting to say about a specific chapter and can’t wait? Meeting up with friends in real life for drinks and discussion? Use the hashtag #apwbookclub so we can keep up!

What Should We Read Next?

If you have a recommendation for a future book club book (usually within the scope of weddings, marriage, or feminism, but we’re open to other options), feel free to leave suggestions in the comments.

Happy reading! Come back here on January 28th for the discussion. We’ll be waiting with drink in hand.

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Last year, HBO was in talks to pick up People in New Jersey, a comedy starring Sarah Silverman and Topher Grace, but they ultimately passed, probably because Grace’s voice was shot from yelling at Jessica Chastain to get out of the house. Such an obedient guard dog, that one. Anyway, HBO clearly still wants to be in the Silverman business, because according to the Wrap, they found another project for the Bob’s Burgers vet.

Sarah Silverman has signed on to star in a comedy with HBO, an individual with knowledge of the deal told TheWrap. The untitled project focuses on a Silverman portraying an honest woman dealing with a midlife crisis.

In addition to starring, Silverman will executive produce the comedy. Lucy Prebble (Secret Diary of a Call Girl) will write the pilot. (Via)

Lena Dunham’s pseudo-realistic Girls is about being in your 20s; Sarah Silverman’s “honest” show, your 40s. Complete the circle of life, HBO: ask Helen Mirren and Judi Dench if they’re interested in getting naked and yelled at by Twitter. Helen’s up for whatever.

Via the Wrap

Although Netflix has yet to comment, unnamed sources have revealed to E! News that the Wet Hot American Summer Netflix miniseries that we mentioned last spring is 100%, definitely, without a doubt on the horizon — with production slated to begin in January. No update on whether the series will still consist of a prequel set two months before the series of events of the original movie, as David Wain hinted back in June, but I can’t imagine the game plan could have changed all that much in the past six months.

Also no word on whom of the original cast, including Paul Rudd, Amy Poeher, Bradley Cooper, Elizabeth Banks, and like, half of the cast of The State are set to return, but if they are indeed going the prequel route, I would have to imagine most if not all will be coming back. And anyway, what’s that Bradley Cooper guy even doing these days? It’s not like he doesn’t have plenty of time on his hands.

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Let us now observe a portrait of Saint Nicholas of Myra, aka Jolly ol’ Saint Nick:

Saint Nick is having none of your white santa bullshit.

Federal agencies will no longer grant excused absences for government employees who happen to be on paid leave when their offices close for severe weather and other emergencies. In the past, agencies would automatically swap out all paid leave on snow days for excused absences. Moving forward, all preapproved paid leave will remain in effect on those dates. The revised policy, which […]

The potential cast for Paul Feig’s all-female Ghostbusters reboot is already lining up, with both Jennifer Lawrence and Rebel Wilson saying they’ve met with Feig to talk about stuff and things. But who else is interested in Ghostbusters 3? Probably everyone, since it’s a rare and treasured opportunity when an actress can land a movie where she gets to say the funny lines instead of just standing near a guy who’s saying all the good lines (or, worse yet, being the stand-in for the writer’s ex-girlfriend, the straw woman who reacts to the guy’s hilarious bon mots with cartoonish meanness JUST LIKE CHERYL DID.)

Okay, we can get more specific than saying “probably everyone” is interested, as The Daily Beast has dug up a shortlist of women who want to cross the streams. (I’m sorry about that reference, but not sorry enough to not make it.) Sony wants to release Ghostbusters 3 in 2016, so they need to line up the cast, and the list of women who’ve had meetings with Feig or expressed interest in the project is an impressive collection of recognizable actors, three of whom have already worked with Feig on Bridesmaids or Freaks And Geeks.

Here are six actors we know are down for some bustin':

Jennifer Lawrence

Amy Schumer

Melissa McCarthy

Lizzy Caplan

Rebel Wilson

Emma Stone

We agree. Knowing all of these women are interested in being Ghostbusters is the best.

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I was at Walgreens buying my brother a birthday card. An elderly woman was also in the aisle. She said “can you believe they have wedding cards for two men and look even two women!”

[screams internally]

But she then said “I’ve seen so many changes in my 80 years, it’s wonderful how things are moving forward.”

[internal tears of joy]

She then mentioned that she didn’t know any gay people but that everyone should be treated like they would want to be treated. I smiled and said “you know one now” and pointed at myself. She smiled, patted my shoulder and said “now I do”.

at first i was really worried about this post but then i sobbed happily

This is so wonderful

I've read a lot about introverts and extroverts over the years (posted this back in Feb 2003 for example), but this list (found here) of how to care for introverts still hit me like a pile of bricks.

1. Respect their need for privacy.
2. Never embarrass them in public.
3. Let them observe first in new situations.
4. Give them time to think; don't demand instant answers.
5. Don't interrupt them.
6. Give them advance notice of expected changes in their lives.
7. Give them 15 minute warnings to finish whatever they are doing.
8. Reprimand them privately.
9. Teach them new skills privately.
10. Enable them to find one best friend who has similar interests & abilities.
11. Don't push them to make lots of friends.
12. Respect their introversion; don't try to remake them into extroverts.

It's just dawned on me that when something goes wrong in my life, it's often one of the things on this list that's the culprit, especially #4 and #6. And #2 pretty much explains my middle and high school experience. Has anyone read Susan Caine's Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking? I've heard great things about it, but haven't had a chance to read yet. Thinking I should bump it to the top of my queue. Holy crap, it's only $2.99 for Kindle...BOUGHT. (via @arainert)

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You don’t typically think of proper and reserved England when you think of splashy theme parks and thrill rides, but thanks to a new alliance between Paramount and the BBC, that’s all going to change, and the result sounds like a mecca for sci-fi fans thanks to the possible inclusion of Doctor Who and Star Trek attractions.

The BBC is to turn shows such as Doctor Who, Top Gear and Sherlock into theme park attractions in a British rival to Disneyland.

BBC Worldwide, the corporation’s commercial arm, has signed a landmark deal with the company behind a £2bn ($3.137 billion US) Paramount Pictures resort planned for Kent.

The London Paramount Entertainment Resort will offer rides based on the Hollywood studio’s blockbuster franchises – Star Trek and Transformers among them – and popular BBC shows.

The possibilities for a Doctor Who attraction are seemingly endless, but some kind of intricate and vast maze within the TARDIS would be an amazing thing.

You like that idea, right? How about this? A Hall of Doctors ala Disney’s animatronic Hall of Presidents? Or an Orphan Black hall of mirrors? Because then it would look like you were clon… right, I’m bad at this.

Luckily, professional ride builders (probably their actual job title) will be in charge of sifting through the vast array of both BBC and Paramount properties to find the right licenses to pursue, but right now, nothing has actually been confirmed by the BBC.

If either a Star Trek or a Transformers attraction does open up, I imagine they will be quite the spectacle. As you may have read earlier when I wrote about the latest Star Wars/Disney theme park news in this rare banner day for theme park happenings, back in the early ’90s the city of Las Vegas almost hosted a full-size replica of the Enterprise, and low and behold, there is an Enterprise in the artist’s rendering for this park. So that’s amazing.

Besides the thrilling possibilities for nerd and geek alike, Business Insider is reporting that this project is also set to create 27,000 jobs. Including one for someone who is willing to walk around all day dressed up as the Monster of Peladon.

Unfortunately, if you want to experience Paramount London for yourself, you’re going to have to wait in a bit of a queue, because the estimates are that 15 million people will make the trek each year to lose their minds at the happiest place on Earth (for nerds) by the park’s 4th year in operation. The 870 acre resort will also host a 5,000 room hotel, though I imagine that a few other hotels will pop up so that the overflow doesn’t flatten the Kent, England bed and breakfast industry.

Via The Telegraph and Business Insider

WREATH WITHERSPOON!

The last time The Ragtime Gals were around on The Tonight Show, Kevin Spacey helped them with a barbershop version of Jason Derulo’s ‘Talk Dirty.’

They’re traveling back for a soul classic this time around and Steve Carell is replacing Spacey at as the lead. Together, they take Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” from the bedroom to the barbershop. How nice.

(Via The Tonight Show)

My wish list for a new Ghostbusters movie involves a willing Bill Murray and a time machine that can go back to the early ’90s, so after years of caring, I’ve decided that I no longer have a horse in the race to confound expectations and actually get a Ghostbusters film made after several stabs at it.

Right now, the force is strong with Paul Feig and his female-driven approach, so more power to him. There are people who are going to hate this film (if it gets made) for sentimental reasons and there are those who feel like something is being taken away from them because of the direction of the project. Keeping that in mind, it almost makes you want to root for Feig as some scrappy insurgent who is going to have to withstand a spittle and piss storm for daring to take on a seemingly unsolvable puzzle in a new way. Almost. Again, I really insist on a Bill Murray piloted time machine if I’m going to swear fealty to this thing.

Rebel Wilson doing her Rebel Wilson thing isn’t really on par with that (uh… sorry? I’m a truth teller), but it’s not surprising that her name has come up since she’s worked with Feig before (Bridesmaids) and everyone seems to consider it a foregone conclusion that the guy is going to exclusively use people whose resumes he has on file. As long as they aren’t rocking a D, of course.

So, I’m sorry Jason Segel, busting will not make you feel good, but come on down Rebel Wilson!

In a Today Show interview for Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb, Rebel Wilson, who co-starred Bridesmaids, revealed that she met with the director about the film. “Look, I’ve had a meeting, but who knows,” she said after. “They have to take a look at the script when it’s finished.”

So perhaps gauging the interest of actors before the screenplay is done? Probably not a bad idea considering sometimes you want to write with actors in mind. Asked facetiously by Matt Lauer if the “money truck” would convince her (something Rebel brought up in the interview earlier as a joke about a fourth ‘Museum’ movie), Wilson admitted that, “I’d even do it without the money truck because ‘Ghostbusters,’ the giant marshmallow man if that’s going to be in it…yeah, I’d do that for free.”

This isn’t the part of the article where I try to deduce what role Rebel Wilson will play in the film by using a formula that weighs her previous roles against the characters in the OG Ghostbusters films (characters that won’t be in this version). In fact, I can confirm that Rebel Wilson will not be playing Lady Vigo or Louise Tully C.P.A. Both of those roles are going to Rashida Jones because she did a guest spot on Freaks and Geeks once.

In all seriousness, Wilson is a talented comedic actress and she’d be a great addition to almost any project. The thing is, we’re a long way from her (or anyone else) actually joining the cast. For now, though, we can all wait patiently for any Ghostbusters revelations from the Sony hack that might be coming down the pike. My money’s on a Ghostbusters / 21 Jump Street franchise merger, how about yours?

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IT IS TRUE!!

Here’s more info about my next book:

Simon Snow just wants to relax and savor his last year at the Watford School of Magicks, but no one will let him. His girlfriend broke up with him, his best friend is a pest, and his mentor keeps trying to hide him away in the mountains where maybe he’ll be safe. Simon can’t even enjoy the fact that his roommate and longtime nemesis is missing, because he can’t stop worrying about the evil git. Plus there are ghosts. And vampires. And actual evil things trying to shut Simon down. When you’re the most powerful magician the world has ever known, you never get to relax and savor anything. Carry On is a ghost story, a love story, a mystery and a melodrama. It has just as much kissing and talking as you’d expect from a Rainbow Rowell story — but far, far more monsters.  

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