I appreciate your willingness to write a story that reflects deep ambivalence. I think there isn’t enough of that anymore (everything is always strident and polarized) but you did a great job sitting with the murkiness of what this all means about Bowie’s legacy.

“...you can understand how Lori Maddox could have possibly developed not just a sincere desire to fuck adult men but the channels to do it basically in public; why an entire scene encouraged her, photographed her, gave her drugs that made all of it feel better, loved her for it, celebrated her for it, for years. You…

“a person who frequently mistakes her vape for eyeliner”

It basically is her job

It is ridiculous, but it makes her feel like she’s doing something without having to actually do something; a placebo for symptoms of a cosmetic soul.

It’s probably because I’m a regular reader of her site but when I read her post it didn’t really read insecure to me. If you’ve ever read one of her interviews it’s pretty clear she’s just a perfectionist/ hardworking/ type a person who could probably count the number of times she’s given anyone a 10

“eat flaming hot cheetos and drink hennesey”

Don’t. No-one’s forcing poor, innocent, lil men into marrying gorgeous, charming, successful women. You’re safe there. Relax.

These are exactly the type if articles I want to read. Well, done. I want to re-read it before I make any sort of contribution aside from praise, so bbl. =)

Yom Kippur-Coachella. Think about it. We could make a killing.

Even better...Ramadan Bonnaroo. We could call it....Ramadannaroo.