Not even three full scrolls into my journey, I was visually assaulted by a 500×500 GIF of anal sex.
I got a death threat last week from a guy who’s a senior at Brown University who didn’t think I could track him down. More on that in a second.
On websites with wild-west comment sections, like this one, the editors and writers benefit from a community of kind, indifferent and irascible people who have things to say.
You don’t have to explain or apologize for the fact that you only started watching The Wire in 2011 or Breaking Bad in 2012, or that you have no interest in watching either of those shows, or, for that matter, Downton Abbey, Mad Men or Girls.
In customary self-indulgent Tumblr fashion, the two bloggers’ bios were overflowing with adjectives and descriptions (“FAAB,” “objectum sexual,” “transabled” “demiplatonic,” “aromantic,” etc. — you get the picture), all put there to give the reader an idea of their fascinating “otherness.”
The quest for permanence is what makes us tweet the set list right after the show. It causes us to announce every movie we watch, book we read, and to instantly review everything. Little by little, the camera in our brain and the pictures stored in our body’s memory have become antiquated.