It would be kind of culturally insensitive if they weren't so damn cute.

Cut Video recorded American kids trying school lunches from around the world. They were generally pretty grossed out, with the exception of a few food items they randomly liked, including the single "high-energy biscuit" kids are served in Afghanistan everyday. Some kids even proclaimed that they'd eat it everyday, if they had the choice. Meanwhile, children in Afghanistan were shaking their heads.

It turns out the heart of the biggest animal to ever live is pretty big. Who knew?

This video is so crazy, you can almost forget you're learning. Now you'll always remember what it looks like when a scientist stands in a box with a 400 lb. heart.

And it turns out they think she's a delinquent.

On Jimmy Kimmel Live last night, Miley Cyrus dressed up as "Janet," an Australian journalist who looks a lot like Miley Cyrus. While wearing a wig, suit, and glasses, she asked people walking by to explain what they think about the pop star who they didn't know they were talking to. She calmly prompted them with common Miley criticisms, asking if they don't like her because she's "shocking" or cheap," and nodded along as strangers said things like, "The whole fabric of America is falling apart and she's not doing anything to try to keep it together." And she had a perfect strategy in place in case anyone realized who she was: showing her boobs and declaring, "It's Miley Cyrus's titties."

The valley of the 'roos.

"I'm kinda terrified, yo."

That was Ben Vezina's reaction to a bike ride in Hawkstone Park in Australia when he noticed that there were a bunch of kangaroos hanging around. He started filming his experience in case he needed to record his last will and testament, when, all of a sudden, he came to a turn where there was a huge gang of 'roos throwing shade at him with their eyes. He slowly made the turn, apologizing to them for his intrusion. Luckily for him, he got away unscathed. Kangaroos generally have a "don't f*ck with us, we don't f*ck with you policy, but still, things could've gone a lot worse.

It looked like Miley Cyrus appeared on 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' with like, three people's worth of attire. None of which was a shirt.

Somehow, iridescent princess Miley Cyrus manages to wear lots of clothing while also wearing very little clothing. Miley appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live yesterday in a rainbow-mirrored, crop-caped skirt-suit, her hair adorned with a toddler's entire toy collection. Oh, and sequin heart pasties. Can't forget the pasties! It's like she's having a contest to wear the most accessories, which is a game she always wins because it's against herself.

She talked about how her exposed breasts made John McCartney uncomfortable at the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame induction, which made perfect sense because Jimmy was a little uncomfortable with her wardrobe decision on his show. The best moment is when Miley makes Jimmy blush when she tells him he looked good with scruff. He does look good with scruff! Great observation from his sorta-naked guest.

Miley also gave her pop-star insight about nipples:

"Humans aren't afraid of the human breast, it's the nipple that's the issue... I'm showing my boobs and no one has a problem, but my nipples are covered and somehow that's ok. America's fine with tits. The nipple, which you can't show, everyone has. But the jug part you're allowed to show."

She grabs her shiny heart covered nipples throughout her speech. Here, watch it all for yourself!

He definitely has a type.

Coldplay front man Chris Martin is dating Annabelle Wallis following his breakup with Jennifer Lawrence. Gwyneth Paltrow, Jennifer Lawrence, and now Annabelle. This guy leads a really tough life. But the good news is that rock stars and actresses typically stay together forever. Just ask Zooey Deschanel (with Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard), or Kate Hudson (with Muse's Matthew Bellamy). You get the idea.

Chris Martin is getting very good at this. You could say he gives a certain type of woman a rush of blood to the head at the speed of sound. It's as if he is "consciously coupling" as much as possible following his famous "conscious uncoupling" from Gwyneth Paltrow. He now must also master the art of introducing his children to a new woman every few months. "Apple, Moses, I'd like you to meet daddy's special friend [insert name of blonde actress girlfriend]." And then the new girlfriend has to try very hard not to laugh as she meets children named Apple and Moses.

Pick your battles, pedantic men of the Internet, or else you could be taken on a worldwide tour of mockery.

If it had just stopped here, he'd have been OK. I mean, annoying, but whatever. (via)

OK, let me play Douchebag's Advocate for a second: is this sign tweeted out by Jerry (@Tigh_er) really about manspreading? Not necessarily. It's about humanspreading. That said, we all know who spreads the most: those of us with saggy balls between their legs. BUT, if this guy had restricted himself to that thesis—which I don't think he ever expressed, or perhaps even truly thought about—he would have merely been an annoying nitpicker. Like The Big Lebowski's Walter Sobchack, he would not have been wrong, just an asshole. But #LostLife2015, true to his name, was not satisfied with merely being a hairsplitting contrarian; he went beyond that to become an active loser.

AAaaand you're a prick now. There was no mean response from Jerry in between LostLife's two responses to merit this descent into petty, lame, and outdated stereotyping. But, since he brought it up, he got exactly what he unwittingly asked for from Jerry:

At some point, other people started joining in, making for a mix of Jerry's travels and stories from people all over the world:

That was actually pretty delightful. If any women (or men, I don't care) want to force me to vicariously experience their vacations, I'd actually really appreciate it. You can spam me with vacation pictures on Twitter at @JohnnyMcNulty, which I will not complain about at all because I don't get out enough. Maybe that was #LostLife2015's long con all along: pretend to be a pedantic man-defender with a cliché sexist streak to trick women into sending him pictures of their world tours.

Smart move, bro. Smart move.

Every time you think they couldn't get grosser, they surprise you.

More than a week after the names of millions of Ashley Madison names were released by hackers, the treasure trove of leaked information keeps bearing fruit. Bitter, bitter fruit. From the identities of account-holding sanctimonious religious celebrities to the CEO's terrible screenplay, there's no shortage of sour grapes for the Internet to feast on. This latest reveal, however, might be the nastiest of all.

The Daily Dot is reporting that leaked internal emails reveal Avid Life Media (Ashley Madison's parent company) was previously developing a smartphone app called "What's Your Wife Worth?" If you want to know how the app worked, it's exactly as horrible as you're imagining.

Basically, users would upload pictures of their wives, and then other users would vote on them. Those votes would be compiled into a ranking. Then, in the coup de grace of sleaze, that rating would be converted into a dollar figure, so that men on the app would know exactly how much money their wives were worth. From this mock-up image found in the leak, it looks like a typical figure would be $162. Those lucky wives!

It's interesting to wonder how this app was pitched. It's kind of like "Hot or Not" but with nonconsenting women, or like a pocket calculator for pimps. They could even have called it "sheBay." At best, this feature is for couples who have tried swinging but want to spice things up with a little outright prostitution. No matter what, you have to give ALM credit for inventing the one thing that could end a marriage faster than having an Ashley Madison account.

In one June 2013 email discovered by the Daily Dot, ALM chief executive/aspiring screenwriter Noel Biderman weighed in on the app, which was then under development:

“Choice should be ‘post your wife’ and ‘bid on someone's wife… I am not sure we should be asking for real names—rather usernames.”

Of course, discretion was his priority. He wouldn't want any of the husbands to have their identities compromised after they secretly put their wives' pictures on there to be judged by other mouth-breathing creeps. In response, ALM’s vice president of creative and design Brian Offenheim sent him this mockup of the app's login page.

Biderman's response: "This is really good." You can just imagine him nodding in approval at that creepy stock photo of the old man and the woman in fishnets. It really sets a tone.

Fortunately, "What's My Wife Worth?" was never completed. Subsequent emails reveal that the project was scrapped because the app was "horribly developed." In context, it seems like that referred to the tech behind the app. It could also be read as, "It was, horribly, developed," but that seems like more self-awareness than you'd expect from these people.

In hindsight, it's a blessing for ALM that this app was never released. If it had been, their reputation would be in bad shape right now.

Would you like some spoilers to go with these spoilers? I'm just heating up some spoilers on the spoiler.

It used to be fun and hip to speculate about Jon Snow's parentage. But at this point if you're not sold on R+L=J, you're only deceiving yourself (or for some reason you don't devote huge blocks of time to reading Game of Thrones fan theories... in which case, how did you get here?).

"R+L=J," of course, obviously, as everybody knows, is the theory that Jon Snow's true parents are Rheagar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Now, as we all learned in elementary school, after Rhaegar was killed in battle by Robert Baratheon, the new king sent Ned Stark and Howland Reed to retrieve Ned's sister Lyanna Stark from the Tower of Joy. According to lore (aka nerds), Ned found Lyanna in a bed of blood, implying she might have just given birth. Her last words to Ned were "promise me," which most people have interpreted to mean "promise me you'll protect and hide the identity of my baby, this Targaryen-Stark hybrid who shall hereafter be known as Jon Snow."

But have you ever thought about if there were two babies? WHAAA? Yeah. And what if Ned Stark and Howland Reed each took one? And that other one was Bran's cool older friend Meera Reed? Just to be clear, I'm saying that Jon Snow is the Ashley and Meera Reed is the Mary-Kate. A lot of people are commenting that this theory is similar to Star Wars, but I see strong shades of It Takes Two.

What's the "evidence"? Well, there's the above photo comparison, which does emphasize the pair's similarly scraggly bob hairstyle. Could it run in the family? They also are the same age, even though Meera seems like a badass rebellious teenager. Apparently it says in the appendix to A Clash of Kings that they both were born in 283 AC. (If GRRM has to brainstorm imaginary birthdays for every single character in the GoT world, no wonder it takes him so long to write a book.) Also, even though Ned Stark and Howland Reed were such close friends, Reed never visited Winterfell after the whole Tower of Joy fiasco. Was it the kind of thing where you share a dark secret with someone and then you can't hang out with them because there's a Targaryen elephant in the room? 

So many questions. Crazy. You know what's even crazier, though? Our future selves after we find out all the answers, because we won't know what to do with our time anymore.

So here’s how it happened.

I’m a stand up comic based in New York City, and I produce something called "The Naked Show." The Naked Show is exactly what it sounds like—stand up comedy performed in the nude. The audience is mostly clothed, and usually equal parts excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing people perform naked. It’s a cool vibe for comedy, a packed house full of people who are just a little bit uncomfortable. So, it made sense when I was invited to perform at Solair, a family nudist resort.  

Solair is the oldest nudist resort in the country; it started as a nudist gun club in 1934. Yep, gun club. Their website describes Solair as “a family oriented resort and campground where people of all ages can relax and discover the freedom of recreation without clothing.” Located on 360 acres in Woodstock, Connecticut (not Woodstock, New York, which is where Woodstock the concert happened). It’s a 3 hour drive from New York City. There are no trains or buses that go anywhere remotely near the campground. Trust me, I looked.

The woods are a place where rednecks and environmentalists go to be condescending to each other, which I respect.

When I arrived, I discovered that my phone had no reception. I wandered around in my sun dress for only a few minutes before a friendly woman in her 50s noticed I was...out of place. After I explained I was one of the performers, she gave me a quick tour. The place reminded me of the kind of camp in Dirty Dancing, but without the sex scandals. So, more like what the camp in Dirty Dancing wanted to be: aggressively wholesome. There were a few people frolicking in the lake, and sunbathing by the pool. There were a lot of children. After I found the bathroom and oriented myself, I had a few hours to kill before the show, so I went to my car, took off my sun dress and immediately became distressed by the lack of places to put my keys. I decided to carry my purse with me, which felt really weird.

I wandered up to the pool & asked if there were any towels. An older woman with a thick Boston accent asked “You didn’t bring any towels?” Rookie mistake. She lent me one of hers after learning I was a newbie. Everyone was very nice. After seeing to it that I was settled, she and her girlfriend, both women in their sixties, continued their discussion about what exactly Eat, Pray, Love was about. Nobody knew. Their husbands were sunbathing next to me trading tips about where to buy the best sunscreen. In bulk.

Frankly, I was kinda bored. It didn’t take me long to revert to my normal naked time activity: picking at ingrown hairs. In the few hours I was there, I developed a new fear about performing with toilet paper stuck to my labia. What’s the etiquette there? Do you tell someone, like with spinach in their teeth?

The show was a special comedy/sword fighting/Renaissance themed dinner—think big turkey legs and elaborate costumes, but also nudity. I know, it was weird. The Pun Gents opened the show. Get it? Lord Seymour Thanue and Sir Thomas of Lipton, otherwise known as David Barone and Matt Harlow fought each other with swords while throwing pun-filled insults at each other. Next, Alex Feldman, aka Alex the Jester performed. Alex is a literal jester. The first part of the show was family friendly. I felt sort of silly explaining that I couldn’t perform a clean, kid-friendly set naked.

I mean, I can’t not say the f-word with my tits out.

I travel all over the country doing comedy. I’ve schlepped to Lake Ontario to perform in a theater built in the 1890s and slept in a “bedroom” that was “built” into the rafters of that theater. I’ve performed on a riverboat in Tennessee, in nursing homes, in people’s apartments. I’ve driven 5 hours to perform in restaurants for people who didn’t want a comedy show. But nothing terrifies me more than performing for children under 12. The camp agreed to a short “get your kids out of here” intermission and allowed me to do an adults-only show.

The people at Solair, and probably other nudist camps, refer to people in the clothed world as “textiles” which rhymes with “gentiles” and means basically the same thing—not of this tribe. I wasn’t sure what the rules were. Most of the audience cues I’m used to interpreting start with what people are wearing.  Despite a bunch of dicks being out, it felt like a pretty conservative crowd. I had to ease into my bluer material gently. But once they warmed up, it was a great show!

Driving back into the city, parking my Zipcar and walking back to my apartment, it felt strange to be gawked at again in my summer dress. On every block I was aware of men obviously undressing me with their eyes. It was ironic that leering eyes would be a problem on the streets of New York, but not in an idyllic little camp where everyone’s naked, and no one thinks it’s a big deal.

Tickets for The Naked Show on October 9th at the Creek & the Cave will be available soon.

Hoopermation is a YouTuber who vlogs about video games, in particular the Oculus Rift. He had his dad try out the Apollo 11 simulation.

His dad had always wanted to go to space, so he thought it'd be a fun experiment. He was totally unprepared, however, when the headset induced a quasi-religious experience. His dad cries "tears of joy" throughout, and can't get over how awesome it is. He was probably experiencing a version of the "overview effect," which Wikipedia defines as the following:

The overview effect is a cognitiveshift in awareness reported by some astronauts and cosmonauts during spaceflight, often while viewing the Earth from orbit or from the
lunar surface.

It refers to the experience of seeing firsthand the reality of the Earth in space, which is immediately understood to be a tiny, fragile ball of life, "hanging in the void", shielded and nourished by a paper-thin atmosphere. From space, astronauts claim, national boundaries vanish, the conflicts that divide people become less important, and the need to create a planetary society with the united will to protect this "palebluedot" becomes both obvious and imperative.

It's a pretty sweet father-son bonding moment that makes me really excited for not being able to afford Oculus Rift when it comes out.