“I caused this storm, so why would you come to me for help?”

I ran track and XC in college. My teammates and I used to talk about doping a lot—how it would help, whether it would be noticeable, etc.

I’m glad James Murphy has put a little love in everyone’s hearts. Just be careful, because who knows what he’s going to do with it in the future.

I agree with your entire argument, I just don’t think she’s making the argument you think she’s making. None of her interview sounds like that bullshit Hillbilly Elegy, and it doesn’t sound like she’s excusing any of these people, rather she’s painting a picture of what their lives look like.

Pearl, here: The space of which I speak is between caste and class. It, indeed, exists. I applauded her acknowledgement of that space and you seem to suggest even mentioning it offers absolution to those who would ignore racial inequities. I get geeked out when reading Margo Jefferson’s Negroland, a memoir on an…

My local Kiwanis group has looked a lot more lizard-y lately, but I figured that’s from all the retirees coming back from Florida with a tan.

Having traveled and moved a lot, that feeling of arbitrariness and disconnectedness is something I understand. I think it can happen more in the places with endless strip malls that seem indistinguishable, or just very far from civilization. Or course “being in the middle of nowhere” depends a lot on your internal…

There isn’t a liminal space between privilege and poverty because that assumes there is only economic privilege. Most of us are in fact both privileged and not, depending on the criteria. So you can be both privileged and economically impoverished because you can have racial or religious or gender privilege, etc.

Not to be that person, but she didn’t sue him, this trial happened because he sued her and so she counter-sued. It’s not really accurate or fair to categorize it as a publicity stunt when it literally wouldn’t have happened if the other party hadn’t initiated it.

PREACH, EMA! As a patron saint of scumbag white boys, I recognize exactly who and what she’s talking about. We are going to have to closely examine what makes a person worthwhile in this country if we are ever gonna nip nascent nazism in the bud. It’s impressive how she expresses that liminal state between privilge…

We South Dakotans don’t all believe in lizard people and Freemason conspiracies. I, for example, am far more concerned about undercover crab people taking over the Rotary clubs.

See you at Neumo’s on October 26th, lady.

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Maybe she’s run out of human squad members and has moved on to the animal kingdom? I can’t watch the video at work, is it wearing a t-shirt?

Tosh said it best. ”It’s like a sad hayride”.

I too admire how the virulence of the rant far outstrips the actual offense. At risk of aging myself, I went to see The Who in 1982 because they made such a huge flippin’ deal about it being their “Farewell Forever, Motherfuckers!” tour. Ok, maybe that wasn’t the official name. Anyway: 1982! Now here it is THIRTY-FIVE…

The Coldplay of folk.

Their sin is that they’re just so goddamned boring. Coldplay is horrible, but at least they fill me with hate.

They should have said they were “taking a break” or “going on hiatus”. Sleater-Kinney never “broke up” and it took them ten years between records. LCD Soundsystem made a BIG fucking stink about breaking up. Like 1999/2000 era Streisand-style.

THIS is a high quality rant. Where I would have said to them, “go shit in your hat,” you have crafted a masterpiece. May their tears soak their iPads. I like it. Please, please write a piece on Mumford and Sons. Please!