The VM Mehs
Last night I was looking for the smoking section at the VMAs (there isn't one) and I stopped midway on the stairs from the lobby to the downstairs bathrooms. Behind a curtained-off area below, I could see below me all the web photo editors, speed-searching through incoming red carpet photographs. It was a hideous vision of the future, I tell you. A guy came up behind me. "Meditating?" he asked. (That was weird.) I was like, no, look at this digital sweatshop!
