Underemployed freelance writer and editor, recovering lawyer, I split time between DC and NYC but retain affection for hometown of Detroit.
Balk, the headline was cut off. Believe it should read "in order of the preferences of an NYU freshman."
Let them eat steak frites!
I'd add that while wearing a necktie with short sleeves is probably the least egregious element of this ensemble, it's also highly self-beclowning.
In the same way that one is less concerned about a hangnail when one's house is on fire, the beltloops without a belt and the tie tucked into the waistband are far too distracting for me to even discuss the shorts.
Similarly, any comments I might make on the bowlcut-and-beardburns combination would be injudicious at best.
But ... the shorts are the only thing about that outfit that aren't stupid?
By Gef the Talking Mongoose on Eight Great Things You Can Eat This Spring That Are Definitely Not Ramps
HELL YES SHAD BAKES. That is all.
Fun fact : salt pork and cedar planks were both originally invented to serve primarily as vehicles for the delivery of delicious shad.
what the fuck kind of criminal terrorist masterminds carjack a guy, tell him they're the marathon bombers, then ... let him go? this is some "four lions" shit right here
"Man has to wait for service in New York, despite having been on television."
By SarahHeartburn on Ask Polly: My Roommate's Boyfriend Is Twice Our Age And Practically Lives with Us!
The problem with the guy is that he's a screwed up controlling creep. The headline skews this to "Eeeew, an oldster in our house!" I'm 57 and I read The Awl and The Hairpin daily. Yeah, it's only a funny(ish)post and I won't take it too seriously. But I kind of expect better from you all here. I take enough shitty remarks from guys on the street, not to mention the odd bit of snark from younger co-workers. I don't need it here, OK? You'll be one of us someday. Unless you die young.
Pret's greatest contribution to sandwichdom is the mature cheddar and pickle (chutney) sandwich. Perfection.