On The Sartorialist Speaks
Just the weird way that he's lazily signing that big important book of his makes my jaw hurt with fashion tension. Those big, looping whirls of his pen, like he's done it a thousand times a day for his hoards of fans around the world. He really represents the nadir of fashion-gay navel gazing. He's a mobius strip of ego. Someone please give it a snip!
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On Gawker Media Moves To Uniques: Be "Even More of a Hustler," Says Nick Denton
I feel a twinge of sadness for all the really precocious, sassy and more than a little alienated young gaysters lurking out there, combing through this arcana and wondering how they'll ever get in on it. What potential is there for someone to actually support themselves in this kind of system?
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On Newspaper Poll Unintentionally Reveals Emptiness And Futility Of Modern Life
There's something quietly sad about anyone who would select "I don't know" as an answer to that question. Meek like a mouse... Like a nervous kid in school who's behind on the reading and gets called on at just the wrong moment.
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On From The Mailbox: If We Had Feelings They Would Be Hurt
It's really more of a slice backhand, carving right under the ball to send it zinging just over the net, barely noticed by the opponent before skidding into oblivion upon contact with the court.
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On Editor Quote Machines: Aaron Hicklin v. Dan Peres
Once their respective paycheck-delivery places fizzle out, Hicklin, Zincenko, Trebay and Peres should join forces and open a wonderful "coolio" anti-gym, with intense armchair flab-building classes and a chocolate frosting bar.
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On Editor Quote Machines: Aaron Hicklin v. Dan Peres
Guy has managed to build a little crawl space beneath the Style section's all-time low with this wet cocktail napkin of a "trend" piece. Paunch is in? Huh? Because he saw a few? Is that the standard? Oh, I suppose it's that, plus he can coax some quotes out of the editors of dying magazines and also his, uh, trainer.
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On Grindr: When Gays Stop Being Polite And Start Getting Real
Thank you for uncovering this piece of sad visual poetry.