I spoke to Reverend King the other day and he told me to tell you to keep his name outta ya mouth
— shrillmatic (@theshrillest) April 28, 2015
Are you reading Alexis Coe’s amaaaaazing things in Pacific Standard?
“Do you realize,” he sneered, “that I could charter a helicopter right now, and we could be having dinner in Napa?”
Why breakups return us to the music we loved as teens:
On the way home from getting his heartbroken at a steak house in Mt. Vernon, Ohio, my friend Dylan got the urge to pull his Volvo Sedan over onto the side of the road. There, he proceeded to listen to “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls on repeat until he felt a little better. That summer, he’d spend time driving through the rural countryside with his windows down, singing songs like “Hands Down” by Dashboard Confessional at the top of his lungs.
This is a beautiful poem by Ocean Vuong:
Here’s the house with childhood
whittled down to a single red tripwire.
Don’t worry. Just call it horizon
& you’ll never reach it.
I love The Butter’s Ashley Ford, talking about her Kenny Loggins-themed Twitter background:
If I can be honest, I had no idea Kenny Loggins wasn’t some amazing, sensitive new artist who seemed to really care about kids and nature and stuff. When I realized that how much I dug him was a little off-brand for my demographic, I tried to be sneaky about my adoration. Unfortunately, I’ve never been great at pretending. I think a Kenny Loggins lyric is my senior quote from high school. As I got older, my love for Kenny only deepened. I have all of his albums, I know most of his songs by heart, and anyone who knows me KNOWS about him too. It’s inevitable.
Because of my intense love for Kenny, people often ask if I’ve ever has any contact with him, seen a show, etc. Aside from the fact that he RT’d me talking about his cameo on Archer, we’ve never had any direct contact. I did send him some fan mail a few years ago to say we had the same birthday, and that I think he’s amazing. I’ve never seen him live, and frankly, I’m afraid I’d pass out or something.
The thing on Game of Thrones where in the books it’s a new character but in the show it’s a character we already know? GOOD. GOOD FOR THEM. NO MORE FUCKING CHARACTERS.
I said we would never write about pubes again, but I WILL link to a piece called “The Best Time I Burned The Shit Out Of My Hand Whilst Waxing My Box For A Boy.”
I LOVE THE SIMON SISTERS:
PG: Is it true that Judy Collins introduced you to your husband?
LS: Absolutely.
PG: Between that and Carly writing “Anticipation” while waiting for a date with Cat Stevens, did you two know any not-famous people?
LS: Our lives were like Forrest Gump!
my love for Laura Ortberg Turner is like a candle on the water
Mallory and I did this workout TOGETHER yesterday and it was garbage:
