Super Bowl weekend! Hope you’re spending today loading in piles and piles of snacks. If not, distract yourself from thoughts of snacks with the following:
– The New Yorker has a thematically appropriate and fascinating read on the NFL’s concussion crisis. (The New Yorker)
– You need to watch this montage of the best pep talks in sports. If you’re me, you might cry. (Vulture)
– Speaking of snacks, I need to learn how to make these homemade Cheezits before Sunday. Because here’s the thing. I have a Cheezits OBSESSION. Like, I am not allowed to buy them. Or I will eat the entire box in one sitting. But homemade ones…healthy, right? RIGHT? (Good. Food. Stories.)
– This is brilliant. A company in Great Britain has made COMMEMORATIVE ROYAL WEDDING CONDOMS. Whoever wrote the copy on the box deserves a raise, because it is hilarious. Not as hilarious: apparently, they’re not useful for preventing pregnancy or STDs which seems like a huge misstep in the condom-making process. (Styleite)
– Vanity Fair, by the way, has been doing an amazing job of covering the folderol and bits of gossip leading up to the Royal Wedding so far. (VF)
– Here’s your weekly dose of Jon Hamm. ENJOY. (Celebitchy)
– I so need to read this Hilary Duff novel. I just love that it’s called ELIXIR. I hope it’s about POISONS. (Lainey)
– This article — about a man in Canada who, more or less, cracked a code to determine whether or not a scratch-off Lotto ticket will be a winner — is seriously really fascinating: about criminals, the lotto, math, the randomness of the universe. It’s just a really, really good read. (Wired)
– I’m not a huge fan of Valentine’s Day, but — weirdly — I really like the thematic gifts that start popping up for it right about now. For example, this poster is awesome. However, H and I will be at Fashion Week on Valentine’s Day, which means that SNOW WILL BE MY LOVER THIS YEAR. (Flavorwire)
– Speaking of LOVERS, this is awesome: Vulture did a flowchart so you can find out which movie stalker is best suited to YOU. I got Matt Damon, in The Talented Mr Ripley, which is AWESOME because that means I get to wear that amazing blue coat that Gywnnie had in that movie. And not so awesome because of how he’s a serial killer. (Vulture)