I have a friend who knows Thomas Pynchon. He wouldn’t give up what he knows about Pynchon for anything. I value that kind of...honor? Respect? I don’t know what to call it, but I value it.

There’s a distinction between wanting your art to receive attention/appreciation and yourself to receive attention/appreciation. It’s cruel to insist that every person who wants their expression to be heard must also open up themselves, even against their own wishes. It’s not necessary.

No. Artists create art for people to enjoy. Beyond that they don’t owe people shit.

Bullshit.

So, I don’t need to know others’ identities, and I use my real name on the internet. Is there a connection?

Okay, that scenario makes sense, buy I don’t understand eating or drinking while the water is running. It seems like it’d be a chore keeping water from splashing into and watering down your drink.

When I was still drinking I used to love to take a bubble bath with some wine and watch The Supersizers Go on my laptop.

Seriously why. WHHHHHHHY HOW LONG ARE YOUR SHOWERS. She’s Kramer!

I’m a descriptivist and his grammar makes me cringe.

my worst Miss U.

Karlie Kloss’ tweet reminds me of Agatha Christie’s The Yellow Iris: as Poirot is being dragged away by Argentine soldiers during a coup, one of his companions yells, “I’ll call the French consulate!”

“huh, this was great, except it was a little too diverse.”

ok, we will, but they’ll need a lot of water and attention to really thrive.

i’m even a sucker for some good tummy hair. goddamn. it’s so masculine ooooof.

ahem, I believe you mean “even more attractive with chest hair.”

good chest hair is my kryptonite.

Is anyone else extremely concerned for the baby Chyna and Rob created solely to increase their brands and give them publicity? That child is so fucked.