An intensely entertaining Reddit thread by former groupies on their best conquests. I mean, entertaining to me.
Everyone would like to be Joan Didion sitting on the floor while Ray Manzarek tools around on the keyboard. Everyone would like to be Joan Didion, full stop.
But there is something lost in the pursuit of this coolness. So often you’re telling a story because you want to be the one telling it, and too rarely you’re asking why. Yeah, yeah: we tell ourselves stories in order to live. But we tell other people stories for different reasons. Reasons other than wanting to be heard, being cool, and being there.
There is no form of communal living I could tolerate, least of all this one.
Go home, Walmart, you’re evil.
Here is an x-ray film of a snake swallowing an egg.
The adorable old dude has dinner at Eleven Madison Park.
Eileen Myles did not like Blue Is the Warmest Color.
What I learned at law school [in Canada]: the poor need not apply.
Benedict Cumberbatch’s mom, looking a lot like Benedict Cumberbatch in a wig.
Rob Ford: still amazing, still GIF-able.
Old Cosmo ads. I enjoyed “The tampon that’s right even for single girls.”
Claire Zulkey interviews Samantha Irby!
A former sitcom writer, on his descent into homelessness.
