...For The Ride Home: Ms. Paramore is angry at journalists, student newspaper is censored by principal and America Ferrera is engaged

Best. Victory. Speech. Ever. Didn't want the Lakers to win, and rushed home to catch the final seven minutes, but count me in the small group of people who root for Ron Artest. Yeah, he's nuts, but aren't we all? If my friends decided to hate me forever when I displayed a fit of nuts-ness, I'd be friendless. "I want to thank my psychiatrist, and my new single is coming out soon." How fabulous is that? That's a rhetorical question. Played to a draw this morning, and man that was scary. Need to see how the result of the England game turns out (best case scenario is a draw. Worst case, England wins), but Wednesday should be awfully interesting. Can't understand why we can't get out of the gate early, but it's killed us (Side: I'd give you a complete post on these things, but you've made it clear you could care less about soccer). The game kind of reminded me of this performance, actually. The switch to the 4-5-1 in the second half clearly made the difference, and while many of you will point fingers at the ref (yes, we did get robbed of a goal), the Americans' play in the first half was why the U.S. didn't win. Just keep those fingers crossed that England doesn't get a result today, and we should be OK. Week 12 went by quick, but that doesn't mean we don't still love your pretty faces. Looking to work, work, work after work on a Friday night and through Saturday (pretty much what every other 26-year-old does on a Friday night in June, right?), so alas my points on the nerd-o-meter are skyrocketing, but that doesn't mean you can't have a lovely late spring evening. Before you do that, though, check out a few links, grab a bottle of wine, and get ready for the last weekend before the beginning of summer. Yes, friends. Love you, miss you.

"Maybe I really am just bored with giving music journalists the benefit of the doubt. Like they're really gonna let people know what we would want to tell them. Yet still, I want to have faith in people. And anyways, what WOULD we want to tell people if we had that much space to write about ourselves? It would probably end up just the same. Does it ever bug you guys? Do you ever feel like some people are just missing it?" Read the behind the scenes stuff surrounding the article in question a little while ago. The majority of her criticism is justified, but it still stings a bit only because I feel for the writer. I know I’m biased, but he’s just trying to do his job, and if you can’t find something to write about when on assignment following a band, you need to find a way to not come home empty handed. Tough situation. (MTV)

Really interesting: Inside the mind of an anonymous online poster. (Boston Globe)

Student paper questions validity of gym class. Principal destroys copies of newspaper. (The News & Advance)

Tackling the obtuse notion that journalists can’t handle public criticism. Hey, watch it! After Ms. Paramore’s attack, can’t we get some love? (PBS)

Diego Maradona wants you to know he’s not gay. The headline says it all. (Deadspin)

Because I believe I once wrote “Islands” was the 21st or 22nd best song of 2009: Catching up with The XX. (Pollstar)

The Golden State Warriors have a new logo. They’ll need it when they slip in the playoffs next year. Remember where you heard that first. (Yahoo)

America Ferrera is engaged. Still need to catch up on how “Ugly Betty” ends. Shame it’s off the air. Neat fact: We share birthdays, to the day. We were destiny. My heart is broken. (MSNBC)

“A 2008 survey of more than 30,000 U.S. women published in the journal Obstetrics & Gynecology found that nearly 40 percent reported that they'd had a sexual problem at some point in their lives.” (CNN)