I think about this every day. In the Netherlands, if a person dies alone, without any family or friends as mourners, a poet will be sent to write a poem and read it at the burial service. It's called the Lonely Funeral Project, and it's just humans being good humans.

If he dies, and you're sleeping, do you want us to wake you?

The DR Congo national team turned heads in Houston, arriving in eye-catching leopard-print outfits ahead of the World Cup.

“Harvey Dent isn’t black” Well he’s going to be so get over it

Please don’t put an entire race in the same category, and please don’t judge what someone does and decide you know their motive. Your low may not be even close to some one else’s low, and so you may not know WHAT you would do in their shoes. Just food for thought.

racism is a sign of low intelligence

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

I suspect either a tray table was down, or one of the window blinds was still half open.

Who is an actor that only gets 5-10 minutes of screen time but completely steals the entire movie?

An Asian man was caught burning a cross like he’s in the KKK — right as Black Americans prepare for a national boycott of Asian businesses. They’re really showing their true colors now.