Audibly lol’d at Chris Glazek’s interview with reality TV superstar Momma Dee for Dis.
10:42 am • 9 July 2014 • 2 notes
yass bish yass!
loving liv on Leftovers. also, her twitter bio is “liv a little”
10:28 pm • 7 July 2014 • 1 note
“The sun’s creepy, a hard piece of scalding red shit that has no consciousness of its own, so Nate can’t tell it anything real like, Go away.”
— Dennis Cooper, Period
4:23 pm • 5 July 2014 • 44 notes
“I remember thinking in 1999 that we were finally on the brink of the future. I saw how wrong I was about that repeatedly. After 9/11, the culture became demonstrably more conservative. Gender essentialism returned, and the ’90s were suddenly considered a failed experiment, like the ’60s, in pushing the boundaries for sex roles too far. Kurt Cobain in a dress wiped out hair metal. To wipe out the image of Kurt Cobain in a dress, we were graced with another hair-centric musical genre ± the mainstream garage-rock revival whose brightest stars were the Strokes and the White Stripes. Rock came back for one last guitar-fueled indie-rock shuffle step around the mainstream before the tidal wave of EDM eventually arrived to swallow it. “Is this it?” I asked myself constantly, in all seriousness, as each year of the 2000s passed.”
— Molly Lambert, making me think 2010s aren’t about returning to the ’90s cuz someone said it’s cool but cuz it’s necessary to pick up where we left off when the Bush years interrupted.
3:18 pm • 25 June 2014 • 2 notes
“[T]he momentous nature of the masculine revolution that metrosexuality represents has been largely obscured by much of the superficial coverage it got. Metrosexuality is, in a paradox that Wilde would have relished, not skin deep. It’s not about facials and manbags, guyliner and flip flops. It’s not about men becoming “girly” or “gay”. It’s about men becoming everything. To themselves. Just as women have been encouraged to do for some time.”
— Mark Simpson on the 20th anniversary of coining ‘metrosexual’
3:49 pm • 11 June 2014
“[T]hen I felt a scary shudder go through my body and brain. I barely made it from the desk to the bed, where I lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours. I was thirsty but couldn’t move to get water. Or even turn off the lights. I was panting and paranoid, sure that when the room-service waiter knocked and I didn’t answer, he’d call the police and have me arrested for being unable to handle my candy.”
— Maureen Dowd on edibles
11:28 am • 5 June 2014 • 1 note