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PLEASE, DON'T WEAR YOUR SOCKS OVER YOUR PANTS. (Unless, of course, that makes you happy.) It makes me shiver, gag, scowl! it just looks AWFUL! — Socks Over Pants Hater
New dude on the scene got you interested? Seems to always be flirting with you without really saying anything? Got a sob story about why he's here that seems too good to be true? Yeah, it is. Get the back story. His gender politics are shit, he's really hurt a lot of people and just moves on. (PS - He doesn't even wanna fuck you. He just wants to make sure his garden gets watered.) — The Last Fly
Great collection, though. Nice stuff, good taste—just stop using the word CURATED. I know the word sounds oh-so-fresh-and-so-cool and I get that you aspire to have the recognition and admiration that being a CURATOR engenders. But you’re not a curator. You just chose some cool stuff you like. You have great aesthetic taste.
A CURATOR would deconstruct the social and cultural process of how individuals collectively develop an aesthetic (within, say, a subculture like hipsters), through an exhibition of artworks that would lead you (the viewer) into some kind of internal dialogue exploring the cognitive dissonance that occurs when one is challenged to deconstruct their own identity. Like, what’s happening right now as you read this? Why don’t you go ‘curate’ that. Pretentious f*%s. —Suffering Fools. NOT.