Everything about this headline and article makes me want to stick my head into a thresher.
The most exasperating part? It’s a toss-up between the Business Insider listicle citation and the curious lack of examples of this “craft,” which you’d think would be worth highlighting since there’s a whole “academy” dedicated to its practice.
I am obsessed with the bad writing on Groupon. Also, even though both are ridiculous, a MFA program is a better comparison than journalism school.
There's also a $62 perfume that supposedly makes you "seem 12 lbs thinner"
This month’s Self Magazine has a section called “How Can I Be Body-Confident?” that includes this tip for how to hide your body from your dude during sex:
4. White T-Shirt
"Men are visual, [Some Phd Named] Kearney-Cook says [also: no shit]. Try a new way to catch his eye: Toss on a tee and slip into the shower with him for spring-break style sex. The sheer cotton provides security for you and a wet T-shirt fantasy for him."
I’m pretty sure the sheer cotton would provide a really awkward “Um, why the hell are you wearing a tshirt in the shower???” moment.
And I’m pretty sure that is not “spring-break style sex.”
“There are four people that you should meet and get to know if you are hoping to break out into this new media club in NYC. They are as follows: Lockhart Steele, Elizabeth Spiers, John Carney, and Peter Feld…”—
Either that, or you should be talented! I’m pretty sure LS, ES, JC, and PF have better things to do than “meet and get to know” random social climbers with nothing to offer but their desperation to get into some kind of “club.” (There was a time when, etc.)
Incidentally, for those irate about the “peasants” remark, count your blessings. Before the Deadspinnian revolution of love, commenters were reflexively referred to around Gawker as something much more insulting. I’ve been trying all day to recall the exact term or phrase — Balk or Coen might remember — but you know, it was a Very Different Time.
“I don’t use the Internet, but apparently you can find out everything on it,” she says sounding genuinely bewildered. “I have my e-mail on my BlackBerry, and that’s about it. I’ve never read a blog, ever.”—
Can someone please tell The Celebrities that “The Internet” is not just “What comes up when you Google your own name”? They seem to think it’s all about them. Please, someone, tell them! None of them seem to know.
Now that Off Track Betting is shut down, we’ll one day have to explain to our kids that particularly New York experience of walking down a perfectly normal street and stepping onto a block where suddenly everything is creepy and weird, where disheveled old white men congregate on the sidewalk in the middle of sunny days, and looking around and going “What the—-” and then seeing that OTB sign and being like “Ohhhhh, OTB,” and scurrying along our way, a little shaken but happy to be back in the real world.
HBO is making a show about the New Jersey "Mountain People"
Buried in a Deadline post about agency moves is the first news that HBO is working on a show about the Ramapo Mountain Indians of New Jersey, aka “The Jackson Whites,” subjects of the awesome March 2010 Ben McGrath piece in the New Yorker (abstract only) that everybody was talking about that week. Very interesting!
According to Deadline, “Descendants” is “about a sheriff struggling to police two clashing communities: the small town where he grew up and the neighboring Ramapo Mountains, home of the mysterious Ramapo Mountain Indians.” This premise will make sense to anyone who read the New Yorker story.
Also, if you read the New Yorker story, do some Google image searching afterwards.