Yeah, it’s possible that’s all true, but it reads like 90+% of start-up CEO bios I’ve ever come across. “We had a great idea, knew nothing and broke all the rules! Aren’t we awesome?!”

There is a scene in Pitch Perfect 2, where a music producer tells a young man that if he says one more hipster thing, he was going to shove him in a vintage bassoon case.

Performance artists will wear amoebas on their heads and do an interpretive dance to represent the mitosis of their relationship; splitting off in two different directions, yet both equal.

It will be beautiful.

At the height of Martha Stewart Madness, I wrote a holiday letter from MS and sent it anonymously to my Xmas card list. It was ridiculous and wonderful. I found it recently and reread it, thinking ‘how did I come up with all that?’ Every little thing was described in excruciating, snooty detail.

I’m so glad that the photo shows that this looks just like if one’s nude pantyhose had been hung up to dry, and then had seating cards attached.

My cousin used to write hilarious Christmas letters from an imaginary family named the Glinks. They were the best/most/perfect, utterly clueless, and insufferable.

Um, isn’t ‘sound art’ better known as MUSIC?!?!?!

It pleases me so greatly. It’s like they’re performing for the commoners! Never ever stop, rich people!

Silent disco.

and unlimited amount of douchiness

I love to mock this kind of thing and I think it’s ridiculous, but at the same time I hope that rich people never stop doing this kind of thing. It makes me so happy for some reason

I loathe both of her dresses.

I think you mean conscious uncoupling.

Anything is possible as well when you unlock your unlimited douche potential and you either didn’t get enough or got too many hugs from your parents.

I got to the “enormous dreamcatcher” bit and promptly died.

I suppose we must console ourselves with the thought of how many average people were employed for this undertaking. This must have taken a small army of wedding industry proletariat to pull off.

The wild, silent after-party.

What do wallflowers do during a silent disco? Do they just sit there and listen to everyone heavily mouth breathe and maybe an accidental toot or two?

ur just mad becuz ur single and ur single becuz ur a feminist and ur a feminist becuz ur ugly