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Maria Bamford on Botox

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Speaking of…. I can hardly contain my excitement about this:



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Via Romenesko.


it’s over, guys, it’s all over.

futurejournalismproject:

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it’s over, guys, it’s all over.

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Katha Pollitt on Christopher Hitchens

So far, most of the eulogies of Christopher have come from men, and there’s a reason for that. He moved in a masculine world, and for someone who prided himself on his wide-ranging interests, he had virtually no interest in women’s writing or women’s lives or perspectives. I never got the impression from anything he wrote about women that he had bothered to do the most basic kinds of reading and thinking, let alone interviewing or reporting—the sort of workup he would do before writing about, say, G.K. Chesterton, or Scientology or Kurdistan. It all came off the top of his head, or the depths of his id. Women aren’t funny. Women shouldn’t need to/want to/get to have a job. The Dixie Chicks were “fucking fat slags” (not “sluts,” as he misremembered later). And then of course there was his 1989 column in which he attacked legal abortion and his cartoon version of feminism as “possessive individualism.” I don’t suppose I ever really forgave Christopher for that.

[in The Nation]

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There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy, and Sorrow, and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought.
And this is why they called Mark Twain America’s Happiest Man

hyenabutter:

There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy, and Sorrow, and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought.

And this is why they called Mark Twain America’s Happiest Man

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Finally! I really hope they’ll make more!

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