But isn't all good art propaganda?
Who wants to know 6 things about me?
Oh, sorry! Yeah, those have to be really good to be worth it.
Watch out or they'll fire Judith Regan! Oh, wait...
Oh please, don't redact things for "meanness" unless you're too flaccid to effectively talk shit.
If you got it, bring it. Or close the tab.
I cannot even begin to express how much this incenses me. As somebody with a lot of tattoos and a lot of pets, I can see how you might want to combine two things you're into. But holy shit is this terrible.
I'm a big aquarium nerd, and people have been doing awful, awful things to fish as well. They claim this is done with a laser that doesn't hurt the fish and doesn't even make them bleed, but come on. How can these guys possibly be happy?
They should find an inbred baby to adopt.
We need more comments like this. I wish I could star you.
Anybody who describes anything as "positively middle class" clearly has no idea what that means.
Yeah uh, you'd just have to be under their jurisdiction. What a question.
Still far less offensive than most modern McDonalds commercials.
Cynicism can be eloquent, sure. His frequently is. He's consistently been one of the best commentators on this site since back when it was real, and his followers and posting history attest to this. We often disagree, and he's even directly insulted me before. But I wouldn't pause for a second in saying that he's more eloquent than me, and from what I can tell, you.
What you describe as "personal yet universal" really just means dull. Breathing air is universal and we all personally do it. This read like the "fiction" I had to workshop in college, written by kids who have never experienced anything beyond the picket fence. So they write about it. Sure, it's a personal experience when your family suffers a tragedy and everybody's social interactions change forever. But also, I don't care. If this had been one of those self-revealing "fictions" rather than a blog post of similar quality, I'd have told the author to grow a plot.
And yes, I was drawn to it by a morbid fascination. I'd watch porn I wasn't into sexually if it was crazy enough to entertain me. I view things specifically because they're fucked up. So if you're going to cater to the lower-brow crowd, of which I'm obviously a member, at least make it entertaining.
Yeah, quite an apology. See Peeps comment. He's more eloquent than me.
I'll admit that the propagation isn't likely with Gawker's readership. But ultimately what's driving this article is the fact that bullying is entertaining to watch. And we're dancing around that here.
Now I won't argue too far from your point about being contrarian, or even being a troll, but I will specify.
This post is a prime example of the neo-Gawker slump. And I'm very much contrary to the idea of reading slow-flowing liquid shit on what used to be a website I strongly respected.
There is a river of psychoactive slime flowing through the Manhattan sewers right now.
Gawker's sensationalist headlining strategy. You're telling me you clicked on this post because you thought to yourself, "Gee, I wonder about how this guy came to terms with his bullying,"? "I'd like to click on this post to find out how repentant the author is!"
No. People click on it because it's about bullying to begin with, and they want to slow down and check out this particular car wreck.
It's a bit duplicitous to write an anti-bullying post that sells itself on how big of a bully you were. And disregarding this, it's a bit disappointing to read a juicy-seeming post that turns out to be thoroughly mundane.
That being said, I'll happily bully the author here. He may be repentant or whatever, but I'm obviously not.
Isn't the selling point of this post really the abuse itself? I know I didn't click on it to read about how sorry you feel now.
While in word it speaks out against such bullying, in practice it's profiting off of it. It seems more likely to propagate bullying than stop it. Additionally, shit was fairly mundane as far as pranks/school abuse go. But it was long. Big, yes. Fun, nah.
Hahaha. Tom Tom Magazine. Now if you'll pardon me, I'm off to thumb through Black Hockey Players Monthly.
Note: I'm sure this is a legit publication. It's just so niche-sounding and twee!
This is patchouli scented.
They found a friend of mine who died of a heroin overdose in his bathtub. I guess I never thought about why that makes practical sense.
