This isn’t a bad celeb story, this is just the obituary I found for FRANCOIS ZEN POET (since the author edited out the name of the town. I will do likewise, though it isn’t hard to find out there on the internet, obviously). I thought the story was incredibly touching. Thanks for sharing, gatorades! :

Oh, it’s still ongoing two years later! It turned into The Great Debate among the adults about whether they were formed that way by their creator or whether they once had tails but had evolved over time to their current form. Ultimately, it appears that we have decided to teach the controversy.

My feeling with David Brooks is that, increasingly, his writing is less prose and more an elaborate kind of rhetorical origami, with facts gingerly folded to serve a predefined outcome.

David Brooks is the Thomas Kinkade of American social thought.

...starting this month, each red box of Spanx promotes a dose of what the company says is feminist inspiration: “Don’t take yourself or the ‘rules’ too seriously,” reads a message card.

This bear is an animal and it doesn’t give a shit about models. It just wants food and shelter. poorridge, an appropriately sized chair and a bed of a specified firmness level.

Ugh, this wannabe victim. Riding the rape-accusation train to GLORY. Now look at her. She’s got everything! A face with a mouth! College! A mattress! Some people who don’t like this precious male on her behalf! WHAT NEXT?! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO GIVE THIS LIAR NEXT?!

“We asked for urine samples. We got three feces samples, two saliva, and one severed hand.”

yes- like resellers aren’t murdering old ladies or kicking puppies. they’re selling a dress online. and like three days ago like ten bazillion people said on that designer bag post that they would have bought ten bags at the mistake price and sold them for profit- which is the same exact thing?

This is why I fucking hate cherry blossom season.

Little old ladies in NYC

In Chicago, I commute from one far end of the city to the other on a single line, so always stand. I carve out a corner spot near the emergency exit (a small me-sized triangle) and people look at me like I'm nuts... But ten minutes later, who's the only one onboard with a one foot bubble and a ledge to lean against,…

Some additions, directed at the more youthful or neophyte among us (and I was one of you, once!):

I always want to choke out the assholes who present that argument, then force-feed them Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed. Her assertion that "there is no such thing as unskilled labor" is one of the profoundest statements in print.

Oh, and for the record, no, I'm not going to be recruited into a ridiculous witch hunt over a decade-plus-old Livejournal dug up by a bunch of burners with an axe to grind.

Imma come back in an hour after more people have gotten a chance to comment

I cannot even begin to imagine a universe in which I would care about any of this. Someone wrote a long hyperbolic ranty post about how they hate Pinkham's long hyperbolic ranty posts and this is supposed to constitute some sort of Event that necessitates a response?