Someone with an MFA in creative writing (from a great school/program) cut my hair at SuperCuts once. Pretty much torpedoed my dreams in that direction, as I’d be lousy at haircutting. I still want a Ph.D. in Mythology. Figure I can do oil changes at JiffyLube with it or something.

Yeah also Prince headlined in 2008 so don’t bury the lede.

Sigh. This is the reason no one respects (or understands) sociologists. And that’s the problem they have tried to combat since the founding of the science by literally being one of the most rigorously experimented, in-depth fields. of research science. I invite anyone to read some actual sociological experiments, they…

I mean, how else am I going to pay off this PhD in Literature?

social media has trained people to believe your self-worth depends on how much attention you can get. 

“[Insert word(s)] is the last refuge of a scoundrel" is going to be my new go-to phrase. Thank you, TeenaBurner!

Shallow Hal needs a gal, know what I’m saying?

The funny thing is that’s a pic of Bjork’s house. Her 2007 Coachella performance was the last time that festival was cool (I was there). The following year, Jack Johnson was a headliner. It’s been a slow and painful descent since then.

Abuse is abuse. Nobody should be subjected to it, regardless of what choices they make. Freedom of safety of person is a basic human right. Robbins isn’t free from the consequences of breaking that trust, no matter how much you choose to pay him.

it’s like the sequel to filming an entire concert on your phone/GoPro instead of just enjoying it yourself.

My cousin is a 4th grade teacher, and she said the two most common “what I want to be when I grow up” this year were: YouTube star, social media celebrity.

I once got yelled at by co-workers for sharing photos of an old vacation.  Their complaint was that I wasn’t in any of the photos.  In fact, there were hardly any people in them at all, because I was busy taking pictures of the shit I’d never get to see in person again.

It’s real. When I went to my Kindergartner’s graduation kids were saying they wanted to be youtubers. Policemen, ballerinas and youtubers.

As I laid out in the sun on a sunny December morning in Cancun, sipping my beer, I couldn’t help but notice how much time was placed by so many people on the beach, getting the best and fakest posed picture possible. I was enjoying a nice buzz by the time they were done. Impressing others is not for me.

One of my friends paid 249 bucks to sit in a private jet for 30 minutes, changed outfits a couple times, and snapped enough different photos so that all of his followers will think he is a regular private jet Traveler.

“It was a social experiment!” is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

It’s really weird to live in a world where posting photos of a vacation is more important than actually enjoying a vacation. 

I didn’t toil away in college for four years to get my cowboy degree for this bullshit.

The Guardian had an article that I can’t find now, about the booming cottage industry of people who write instagram captions for others. You send a photo to them and they'll send back a few witty or profound captions, or a fitting quote or whatever. Even people with a modest number of followers use them. They will of…

Lemme check the ol’ calendar here...