That’s because the New Yorker font looks smug and precious. It looks like all the letters are dancing the Charleston at a swanky Art Deco Club, and we’re all just low-brows who wouldn’t understand the conversations anyway.

The New Yorker can be incredibly boring and self-important (they have a whole section on what plays are in New York right now and a restaurant review) and I can’t imagine wanting to take it home and finish it if I didn’t already get it. I rarely read the print issues I receive.

That font is just perfect.

Respectfully, you’re incredibly wrong. That silly font is the best thing about the New Yorker.

So at Twitter, joking about fucking Tony the Tiger is bad, but neo-Nazis and trump spouting hateful shit are A-OK.

Where I work, at the Museum of Amazing Stuff, life is a daily litany of please do not touch/do not touch/WTF DID I JUST SAY ABOUT NOT TOUCHING. I have been known to tell my audience, when giving presentations, that there will be no touching and I will smack hands if it happens. It helps if I am holding a ruler while I…

What a dumbass. Not only can trying to view the eclipse without glasses burn your eyes, but the eclipse doesn’t really look like an eclipse at all without the glasses unless you’re in the path of totality, at the moment of totality. Without the glasses, the sun is too bright to discern its shape.

thank you i like your style :)

It won’t. It will devastate Africa, Asia, South and Central America, and parts of coastal Europe before it ever reaches the chucklefucks who live in the interior of our country. And when it does reach them in the form of drought devasting the agricultural industry, they will see it all as part of some liberal…

whilst i agree with the sentiment... i’ll be underwater long before your mouthbreathing chucklefucks are.... im dutch.. please spare a thought for us innocent bystanders...

When I was barely 21 I interned at an art gallery and a large portion of my work was crafting blurbs and explanations and other things. It was just impossible. You just want to write every time, “Just look at it and have your own experience, that is part of the damn point!”

I still see the occasional asshole go, “well, we got Gorsuch, so that makes everything else worth it.”

“I thought the man who says it like it is wasn’t saying what he meant.”

Here’s the thing, they’re not. They were lazy and bought into that “drain the swamp” crap without paying attention to the horrific core values of Trump’s puppet masters. One of them said he didn’t believe Trump would go as far as he has, he thought it was just campaign bullshit. Ugh.

Such changes of heart cost them nothing, and I bet all of them are still inwardly cheering the destruction of the EPA, Department of State, etc. They are still getting the ruined government, the remnants of which fight for and represent the privileged exclusively, that they requested with their votes last November.

Sorry, but now he’s a dope? Please. This shit bag hasn’t had ONE policy since day one. Oh he’s got a bunch of plans and shit he’s going to tell us about at some point in fucking time.

So today alone I heard about 4 different people who regret their Trump votes. A neighbor’s husband, a friend’s elderly mother, and two other acquaintances, they think he’s a big dope now. Isn’t that so nice of them to have a change of heart? A change of heart that’s too little and too fucking late to reverse course…

An mentor of mine back in the day claimed (and I maintain) that the purposes of the artist and the critic are diametrically opposed. Critics may choose to explain (whether in enlightening or dopey ways, as a function of their points of view) the meaning or purpose of art works.

I thought for a second that was some fucked-up version of John Waters.

I am not American and I support this, does it count?