pretend to be nice

The art of going to concerts alone.

An open letter to the cast of The Bachelor:

  1. You are “women” and not “girls”. Call it what it is, please. Besides, many of you are concealing wrinkles and gray hairs.
  2. You are allowed to shop at other places besides Joyce Leslie. Your hairclips and espadrilles are killing me.
  3. ”Account executive”, “entrepreneur” and “business investor” are not occupations. There is no nice way to say you are a temp at the local H&R Block.
  4. Kill yourselves.
  5. .

What, is the bachelor going to beat his future bride to death? I feel so dirty for watching. I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
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I forgot who, but someone I know loves The Adventures of Pete and Pete. Whowever you are, feast on this.

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