Dear New York Post Tumblr: Can you comment on your columnist, Phil Mushnick, using the phrase “New York N——s” to describe the soon-to-be Brooklyn Nets, partially owned by Jay-Z? Because if you’re going to join Tumblr, you should comment on things which might bother the Tumblr community. (thanks Hypervocal)
What Shortform said.
Old and no longer relevant columnist for a hackneyed paper tries to be edgy and fails. Sure, whatever. The real problem here is the editors that let this one go live. No, wait, everyone associated with this is the problem and should be ashamed of themselves.
“These are the same people that will eventually plague your life with questions like, “When are you going to get married?” or “Don’t you want to have a baby?” What they’re really asking is, “So where exactly do you fit into this framework of social acceptance that I have bought into?” They are…
CO-SIGN.
This excerpt, totally.
Two stories:
I am going to the Cayman Islands in June, and I am really excited because I’ve never really taken a vacation where I just sit on the beach and drink fruity drinks (save for a cruise to Bermuda with my parents, but I was like 17, so everything was wasted on me). Also, when I was Super Depressed awhile ago, I used to listen to this song a lot and dream about packing up and moving to the Cayman Islands, where like, I don’t know, I would make handicrafts for a living. It’s sort of been my dream place, mostly because I never thought that I’d actually go there. Anyway, I read that it was legally pretty tough to move there.
One time, maybe last year, I passed by Erlend Øye of Kings of Convenience riding a bicycle around Flushing Avenue and Broadway, by my old apartment. I made incredulous eye contact with him for a moment, and as he continued cycling by, turned around for a moment (most likely to wonder who the creepy girl was). It turned out that KOC were playing at the Warsaw, and I blew it by not going.
