On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
I need one for the not particularly rare occasions some pompous ass assumes they are intellectually superior to me.
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On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
The next time I go to my hair stylist I'm going to ask for the "snippy Choire."
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On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
Awlcat wins.
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On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
This clip completely set my dog off. We had a Siamese that got old and senile. Poor thing. Sad. But also hilarious as a point of comparison.
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On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
"certainly the most original thinker I’ve ever met"
He needs to widen his horizons. This statement is proof that these guys live in a completely delusional mutual admiration society.
Of course, anyone who challenges his belief in his estimation of what is original and brilliant would be "wrong" and therefore what is the point of meeting them?
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On "The Basic Problem Here Is That You Are Wrong": The Collected Letters of Tom Scocca and Keith Gessen
The emperor never thinks his new clothes deserve to be heckled.
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On "Marriage is lye poured upon the petri dish of the new relations of erotic sociality."
More to the point, a lack of understanding of women's reproductive biology may shed some light on his assertion that abortion is good "like sports medicine and hotels."
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On "Marriage is lye poured upon the petri dish of the new relations of erotic sociality."
Everyone knows that gay divorcees do it in high heels and backwards.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-xfaiAftJI
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On "Marriage is lye poured upon the petri dish of the new relations of erotic sociality."
For a hipster douchebag "22 Starbucks baristas" are the equivalent of the 70 virgins for an Muslim martyr.
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On Who Are You Awl?
I left Gawker for the Awl when we took that trip to Argentina together. I remember how we fell in love when I became afflicted with an intestinal blockage . . .
(Too insidery? Or just too old?)