I'm the Sr. Editor of an international gay party magazine. The death of my print model is bigger than the death of your print model. Aatom Smith hasn't been my real name for more than ten years.
This makes me feel better about doing all my work shopping at jorts.com.
I really can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, but in the war between the privileged assimilationists and whatever the fuck this is supposed to be, we all lose.
@Choire Sicha@facebook Andrew Sullivan would like to swap a neverending series of posts with you about editorial integrity.
I'm only 41, asshole. And it is awesome.
I'm really banking on the "bitter old alcoholic" scientific model of late-stage life satisfaction.
Too insidery, of course.
Once more unto the breech, dear friends...
That reminds me, I haven't whipped out my "#The Vatican is a mafia that will hurt your children" tag in a while.
My mother was not very good at this. She would include presents from my dog as well. And it didn't take very long before I was like "HEY WHY THE HELL DOES SANTA HAVE THE SAME HANDWRITING AS SHAWNA?" (Yes, I named my dog Shawna, because as a young gay white boy I wanted to get a head start on the whole wanting to be a sassy black woman thing.)