There are some people on twitter who I have followed for YEARS and I still don’t have the slightest clue as to what they’re talking about 90% of the time.
Hey it’s October which means you need to start thinking about what kind of sexy Halloween costume you should wear. Hopefully this guide that @deepomega and I made a few years back will help.
ATTN: GILMORE GIRLS IS ON NETFLIX INSTANT STARTING TODAY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT: GILMORE GIRLS IS ON NETFLIX.
ha ha but seriously, this is gross and I am not feeling it for reasons I can’t quite articulate
Way to ruin things.
Now that Internet K-Hole has moved to tumblr, my dream Celebrity Death Match is between her and nevver.
Since I was on a tear a couple weeks ago over someone calling Andrew W.K. a “complete fake,” I might as well add that I just read a review of Lena Dunham’s new memoir from a high-profile magazine wherein the reviewer calls Lena Dunham, the person, “not real.”
I’m not going to link to the review, because it is truly a garbage attempt at criticism. How emotionally, psychologically, or creatively stunted must a writer be to make such an assessment of someone who grew up in artistic circles and performs and creates for a living? How smug must one be to draw that line and declaim from their own relative obscurity that he or she is one of the “real people”? Why do these authenticity police keep getting paid to do this? Is it just so people who are equally stunted will keep buying magazines?
Say what you will about Lena Dunham, I really don’t care (I mean, don’t be a sexist piece of shit about it), but if you go around deciding that certain people walking around our streets and breathing air are “not real” people, you may be an actual sociopath.