On The Footnotes of Mad Men: Suburban Rococo
Ho-Ho bragged that he had read the galleys of O'Gilvey's manuscript.
So he managed to leverage family connections to get his hands on the unpublished proofs. That's why he thought he knew everything about advertising.
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On Matt Taibbi Has A Bad Pottymouth
Open Letter to Matt Taibbi:
You are not Hunter S. Thompson.
Now go away.
xoxo
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On Phantom Vermin Syndrome
Nachbartotvergessenmauskommenquatsch.
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On Social A's: Do I Acknowledge The Plight Of Gays At My Straight Wedding?
I plan on shunting fucking Corinthians and having a reading from the Aristophanes creation myth out of Plato's symposium. It's understated, yet poignant; the opening credits of Hedwig were based on it.
Basically, in the beginning, there were three kinds of humans, with two heads, eight limbs, one heart: all male, all female, and androgynous. They angered the gods, and Zeus cut them in half. The male-males and female-females are gay; the androgynous ones are straight. They spend their lives seeking out their original other halves: their soulmates.
"And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of men or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together, and yet they could not explain what they desire of one another.
...I believe that if our loves were perfectly accomplished, and each one returning to his primeval nature had his original true love, then our race would be happy. And if this would be best of all, the best in the next degree must in present circumstances be the nearest approach to such a union; and that will be the attainment of a congenial love."
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On The Footnotes of Mad Men: Suburban Rococo
Jai Alai boy.