We post all the best Vines. Not Affiliated With Vine! 13.2K Photos and videosViewing Tweets won't unblock @TheFunnyVine.PoliticsIs Anything More Perfect Than This Vine of Jeb Bush Putting on a Hoodie? I'm not really sure where this came from or when it was filmed. It appears to be from July and was made by Vic Berger. Yet here we have a Vine of Jeb Bush, ostensibly one of the most remarkable humans in this Great Nation, struggling to put on an unremarkable hoodie. It is a good Vine for at least three reasons, which we will get to soon. But first:(Hat tip to Vanity Fair and the bros at Four Pins.) Why is this a good Vine? —the thinking man's Bush brother, the smart one—does not appear to know how hoodies work. Note the zipper, a tool engineered for convenience. Jeb ignores it, and pulls the hoodie over his head (glasses on) like an alien life form who has never encountered a hoodie before. Everyone knows tension is the fundamental component to a good story, and this Vine is loaded: Will the hoodie make it over his face?

Will he lose his glasses in the fabric scrunch? Will any of his handlers explain to him how hoodies work? This is A-plus stuff.2. The Gentle Tip of the HoodDADDDDDDDDDDDD.3. The Shit Talk"Eat your heart out Zuckerberg," says Jeb, as if competitive hoodie-wearing were a thing the kids were into. Just be yourself, Jeb!Best VinesThe way the dog looks at him 😂😂😭 Credit: @sammy_j_g97 (Instagram)Posted by Best VinesTalk about a second chance.'Mugshot Guy' Has A New Gig And Is Now Rich AF Because Of The InternetThe infectious dance craze associated with Silento’s song, “Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae),” is taking over the internet. These hilarious video clips find dancers hitting the “whip” and “nae nae” just about everywhere, turning the most mundane situations into an impromptu party. Like the song’s title implies, “Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae)” combines two of hip-hop’s easiest dance moves, the whip and the nae nae, into one. And thanks to viral videos like these of people attempting the dance, the tune is shaping up to be a serious contender for song of the summer.

From graduations to theme parks to random street corners, here are some of the best “whip” and “nae nae” videos users have shared online so far.Very rarely do I feel sorry for Ed Miliband, but seeing him standing there in his forlorn little kitchen, staring into the middle distance while sipping from a stripy blue-and-white mug, part of me wanted to rush home from work, sling some jolly painted crockery in a bag and head over there with a tin of home-made brownies.new isf hoodieSurely that can’t really be Ed and Justine’s kitchen? sitcom hoodies indiaAll that lovely huge, fancy house, and that is where they do their cooking?hoodie wehkampI hope for their sake that it’s actually their utility room, and that some bossy spin doctor has shoved them in there to make their £2 million-plus townhouse in North London’s trendy Kentish Town look less fabulous and to bolster Ed’s man-o’-the-people image.hoodies nedir

Seeing Ed Miliband in his drab kitchen made me want to bring him over some fresh Brownies If the kitchen is the heart of the home, then Ed Miliband's needs an urgent transplantOr perhaps it’s simply that, mindful of his own promise to introduce a mansion tax if he wins the General Election, Ed is keen to impress upon HM Revenue and Customs the modest nature of his own circumstances.cheap monday saunders sweatshirtEither way, if it’s true that the kitchen is the heart of the home, then this one — and possibly its owner, too — requires an urgent transplant.safetysuit hoodieThere’s nothing wrong with having a modest kitchen, of course. My own is ten years old, has several uninvited furry residents and a wooden worktop that would almost certainly not pass any health and safety inspection.The hob has many knobs missing, the oven smokes and the lighting strips under the kitchen units have long since been abandoned for an old fat-splattered lampshade and an Ikea spotlight.

For all that, though, it is much loved. It may be rickety, but it’s the hub of our house. At any given moment, you will find it occupied — either by the cat, stalking the worktop for tidbits; the dog, staring sadly at his bowl of kibble and dreaming of something far meatier; a child, spreading Nutella on a slice of bread; or a husband, in search of crackers to go with his cheese.Miliband’s kitchen looks as though they’ve only just managed to clear away the tumbleweed in time for the photo-shoot. Aside from the hideous lime green laundry basket bearing some kind of label (recycling, perhaps?), it’s a room devoid of colour or character.The depressing black-out blind gives it the air of a hospital kitchen, and Ed and Justine look less like a married couple enjoying a quick brew together as two consultants discussing their latest case. Not much prospect of a decent meal emanating from that mean, sterile, little box inside Ed Miliband's home, picturedThere’s nothing here that makes me believe that he and Justine are not, in fact, aliens.

No evidence of food-stuffs, certainly. Perhaps they get their nourishment from the fruits that grow only in the rarefied atmosphere of the moral high ground.Or perhaps they’re both just so holier than thou that they no longer require any nourishment other than the knowledge of their own righteousness. You certainly wouldn’t want to have supper there.Not much prospect of a decent meal emanating from that mean, sterile, little box. No succulent joints of beef dripping in juices, no half-drunk bottles of red wine and mountain of fluffy white roast potatoes. It’ll be a quinoa salad with a side of shaved fennel, if you’re lucky. Let’s hope there’s a decent kebab shop around the corner.If Miliband manages to win over the hearts and minds of the British electorate with this display, it won’t be through their stomachs, that’s for sure. As for Justine, she’s clearly doing her best to help him win — even to the point of playing the part of the dutiful and supportive wife in an interview with BBC deputy political editor James Landale on Tuesday.

It was fascinating in many ways.She came across as extremely intelligent, highly articulate and very driven. She answered Landale’s questions with the skill and well-rehearsed poise you would expect from a top barrister.She clearly had a list in her head of the messages she wanted to convey, and she put them across flawlessly.The children (tick), the fact she uses public transport, dropped elegantly into an anecdote about Ed’s tough stance on phone hacking. Murdoch is evil, Ed is brave, I take the Tube: tick, tick, tick. And then the final touch: ‘I want to be more than a dress.’The one thing that was totally lacking from her interview, however, was humour. That and any sign of warmth, empathy or fallibility.Intellectually, I’m certain she understands these concepts. But, like the late Mr Spock, one gets the impression she considers them unnecessary, inconvenient and wholly surplus to requirements.Justine Miliband, or at least the Justine Miliband of this interview, is all about the cerebral.

No doubt the idea in feeding her questions about the trials and tribulations of political life was to bring out the human side of the Milibands; in fact, it had rather the opposite effect. It showed that she is one of those women in whom the head always trumps the hearth.All that is reflected in that kitchen. It’s the kitchen of a woman who considers domestic matters well below her pay-grade. Miliband's kitchen is as bland, functional and homourless as a communist housing block in Minsk, picturedNo home-making for Justine: she’s far too busy sticking to her feminist principles as an environmental lawyer. And that doesn’t include nice crockery or other homely touches. Or even, it would appear, a half-decent set of curtains.North London, where the Milibands live, is the spiritual home of such a tribe. Fiercely intelligent, very often over-achievers at school and college, they have been trained for great things. They’re always the most incisive, if not the most entertaining, voice at a dinner table.

They work hard and rise quickly to the top of their professions. They are shining examples of the fundamental principles of feminism: that women are not only equal to men, but in many cases far superior.For this reason, they are deliberately hopeless when it comes to matters domestic.It’s not that they don’t know how to make their house look nice, or cook a delicious family meal, or organise their kitchen cupboards. If they wanted to, they could knock Kirstie Allsopp into a cocked hat. It’s that they don’t want to. It’s the same reason I was dissuaded from studying touch- typing at college.In the Eighties, girls didn’t do things like cooking and typing at school, for fear of being typecast as wives or secretaries. Quite who we imagined was going to do all this for us I don’t recall — someone, anyway . . . the same people who were going to rear our children for us while we went out and conquered the world.Justine, who is of that same generation, has clearly adhered to those principles more than most.