the way we live now
”MySpace Hotties Prove Themselves Real
If you're a pint-sized MySpace hottie (nice work if you can get it?), it is to be expected that somebody will create a fake profile of you at some point, using your name and photo. Nobody is quite sure why; this is simply a custom of the Internet. So Brad Troemel made a video montage of cam girls reciting their MySpace ID numbers to testify their real-ness. (That's something they have to do anyway to prove their identity to the MySpace community managers.) The combined effect of the video is eerie and probably arousing. More »Mean Commenters Are Running Bloggers Out of Town
"Fuck this, I'm out of here," declares Chelsea Alvarez-Bell, blogging for Seattle's Stranger, at the end of what has obviously been a long guest-blogging stint. "I have no desire to contribute here any longer. I am taking my ball and going home. I was warned beforehand that some of the commenters on Slog could be mean. That was an understatement. The word I would use is cruel." Oh noes! The idea of mean commenters (or awe-inducing donators of labor, as a certain novelist likes to call them) taking over blogs and ruining the Internet has been quite the trend lately. Anyone got a problem with that? More »An Epidemic of Smug Marrieds
Everybody has dysfunctional relationships—even those young marrieds who refer to themselves as "we." With that in mind, Gawker alum Doree Shafrir writes in the Observer this week about the power of the question-statement. Example: "Oh, I was just checking to see if you had a ring. But you guys aren't engaged?" Maybe that's for the best? More »Is Hedge Fund Dater a Phony?
Regarding "Prescott Hahn," the "hedge fund manager" ID'd by the Post at the Fashion Meets Finance douche-dating event in a pink shirt—we're not buying that he's managing any hedges. The website for the company he claims to be the "owner" of, Kensington Square Capital Management, is one big 404 error. (We also couldn't find record for it—no Bloomberg profile, no website, not on any list of financial advisory firms.) Update: We hear from a school chum that he's merely a one Tom S., intern, Columbia '10!The Internet Will Be Live In Person Tonight
n+1 magazine—the most important literary magazine of our time—is presenting a very special evening on "The Internet: We All Live There Now." Moe from our sister site Jezebel will be speaking, as will n+1 editors Benjamin Kunkel and Mark Greif. Among other things, they'll "debate the implications of anonymity for bloggers and those who comment on the blogs they write." It's tonight at 7pm at the Kitchen. Be there with bells on! [Flavorpill]"Can I Call You Uncle Bill?" A Harrowing Account of Fashion Meets Finance
Yesterday, we told you about Pocketchange's Fashion Meets Finance douche-dating event, which would enjoin members of two equally vicious industries: fashion and finance. "The claim 'I am in finance' is a heavily weighted statement,'" you know! Luckily, a wily tipster named Jose smuggled himself into the event. And the things he saw at this douche-dating festival were truly an example of the Way Some of Us Live Now. "Um, so where do you live again? I'll get the cab..." More »At Hippie Student House, John Edwards Will Police Your Showers
The New York Times—that arbiter of youth culture—reports on the "green" student houses springing up around the country, focusing on the one at Oberlin. (Voted as one of the top annoying liberal arts colleges by this very website!) "All year they studied together in the living room at night so they would not have to turn on lights in the other rooms. They mastered worm composting, lowered the thermostat — keeping it at 60 degrees for most of the winter ... and unplugged appliances." Aww! They're living like lil' pioneers. (Disclosure: during college, I lived in a house exactly like this, featuring huge rows over wasting bread and the evils of commercial cleaning products. To this day, I clean with vinegar out of fear.) The Obies, as they're called, have a very special way of making sure each other's showers are kept quick and dirty: More »Emily Gould on Julia Allison (on Julia Allison): "Attention Is My Drug"
Hey, bloggers! The countdown to the three-day weekend clusterfuck of examining and reexamining former Gawker editor Emily Gould's forthcoming New York Times Magazine piece may be cut short! Because The Observer has a copy, and it'll probably be online tomorrow. You are forewarned: there is a photo of a blogger at a laptop, blogging. It's just Emily's hands, though. According to Matt Haber, the piece is "heavily diaristic." Do you want to read about Julia Allison? Sure you do. More »
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New Words Totally Informed by Blogging
The Sydney Morning Herald provides a rundown of new words that have entered the lexicon. Sadly, many have to do with blogging. There's "bloggerati" (influential people in the blogging world, natch), and "bullycide" (suicide caused by bullying, like the Myspace suicide incident). They also list a bunch of cluelessly old words like "tanorexic" and "carbon footprint" and "homeland security" and "vegansexual." Maybe the brave new lexicon takes a little longer to travel all the way to Australia? We'd like to suggest a few of our own: More »
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The Third Annual Casserole Party At Brooklyn Label
Last night at new Franklin Street neighborhood institution Brooklyn Label, a lot of messy-haired people got in touch with their Midwestern roots by eating concoctions with names like "Texas Casserole Massacre" and "Practically Perfect Pairing." Organizer Emily Farris, whose casserole cookbook comes out next Fall, was in high spirits. "I am running around like a crazy lady!" she said, doing just that. "I have to get some waters for my judges!" The water-needing judges included Adam Roberts, author of "The Amateur Gourmet," and a lady who is a sous-chef for the Food Network. Not a judge: Jordana Rothman, who writes about food for Time Out New York. "I'm not bitter or anything," she explained. "But I decided not to enter a casserole, either. Hmmph!" Also not bitter: The casseroles! More »A Kegger In Williamsburg
There are parties in New York not run by publicists, parties that don't promote perfumes. Tracie Egan (the artist formerly known as "Slut Machine") and Nikola Tamindzic went out in the field this weekend to a real party: A raging kegger in South Williamsburg. There, they discovered oddly-shaped hickeys, uptight douchebags and a lack of alcohol. And we learned a lot about the way we live now. Or did we?
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