My other present irritant is ending sentences with “...my dude.”
It’s Memorial Day weekend, for Christ’s sakes. Can’t you do better than a Fidget Spinner and two maybe-nonexistent nail files?
“Behind the rainbows, behind the love slogans, there is a faction. They might only be a fringe, but they are incredibly active and toxic, this is not just a US thing. And they will not cease until all ‘normies’ obey and worship them.”
This man cannot swear. He does not have the ear for it.
Also: Why does Jezebel employ Rich Juzwiak?
I was reading this thing about Aimee Mann’s new album, Mental Illness, and she talks about how she said the hell with being careful and balanced and went ahead and made “the saddest, slowest, most acoustic, if-they’re-all-waltzes-so-be-it record.” Then she listed her favorite top 10 sad songs.
(Comment in response to the question “Who is Remy Ma?”)
Yes, this is one way you “know” your opinion is correct: Make up a fantasy, with names dropped to show off your erudition, and then agree that it happened.
So: This. It’s gotta be the third version of “Gawker Media’s Super-Duper Investigative Unit That Will Rip the Lid off of Various Things!” Same promises, same usual suspects—John Cook and Alex Pareene and JK Trotter, etc. What will we see this time, beyond Trotter’s every-three-month dispatch titled something like “I…
Comment of the day, sir. And one of the only laughs.
They look like characters from a turn-of-the-century novel about the perils of social climbing.
...where Leah Finnegan will hold forth on...the media? Why she has the prose stylings of a 4-year-old? Anyway, as far as I can tell, she’s not on the current version of the site.
Maybe Univision will eventually put him out of our misery.