Lean On — Major Lazer (feat. MØ & DJ Snake)
Tonight’s getting ready music.
Another one of my exes is leaving Los Angeles. It’s not something I’d usually let bother me, except that I see a pattern forming here. This is the fourth time.
A year or so after our relationship ends, my old boyfriends just pick up their entire lives and move to a completely new city. I don’t know if that says anything about me. I suppose it might, because I’m the only common thread with what are otherwise very different dudes.
I’ve got exes stashed in San Francisco, New York, New Orleans, and now Nashville. I suppose it’s a good thing. I’m still close with all of them, but not in an everyday sort of way, so it’ll be nice to hang with them when I travel. The bright side is that I have four very cool cities with safe places I can crash.
Hmm. Los Angeles seems to be losing it’s gravity more and more every year.
Damn. This Daily Dot article went deep:
Witty, blunt, and beloved, Tumblr user coketalk has spent the last six years building a devoted fan following and a carefully cultivated anonymous career as an advice columnist and lifestyle blogger.
But all of that changed on Monday, when Tumblr summarily banned coketalk, also known as Coquette, and all of her backup and subsidiary accounts. The reason? Multiple DMCA violations, which she claims were issued for years-old songs. Tumblr head David Karp responded by claiming the site had tried in vain to work with her and that it had no choice but to comply with the law in terminating all her accounts.
It would be hard to overstate coketalk’s mark on Tumblr culture, or the many ways in which her Tumblr following helped her own career. After launching her blog in 2009, she quickly made a name for herself due to her blunt style, ultimately gaining thirty thousand followers on Twitter, and “tens of thousands” on Tumblr. In 2011, the New York Observer named her one of the funniest blogs on Tumblr. That same year, the iPad-only newspaper the Daily launched, and editor Sasha Frere-Jones invited her to become its advice columnist. Coketalk launched her column as Dear Coquette and set about building her career under the “Dear Coquette” moniker. In 2012, she published a book based on her advice column, and Time named her one of the 30 best blogs on Tumblr.
Tumblr itself was well aware of coketalk’s significance. In the early days of Tumblr’s tradition of sending bloggers to fashion week, she was one of the first to be invited, attending under an assumed name and pretending to represent a different blog in order to preserve her anonymity. Ironically, just before it banned her, Tumblr had invited her to participate in its recently launched Answer Time sessions, similar to Reddit AMAs and intended to highlight Tumblr celebrities…
I felt like reposting this open letter I wrote to the Duggar Family. I did this shit for The Daily three years ago, but it seems awfully relevant at the moment. (I hate to say I told you so, but seriously, what a bunch of fuckin’ creeps.)
Dear Michelle and Jim Bob Duggar,
You are horrible people. There, I said it.
I know there are plenty of basic-cable watching Americans who’ll tune in to your new season on Tuesday night and rush to your defense. They’ll scream that it’s not my place to judge, but screw that. I just watched you bury the miscarriage of your 20th child in an ammunition box on national television, so you know what? I’m judging.
You are unfit parents. More than that, you’re a pair of glassy-eyed wingnuts who’ve latched on to a dangerously narrow interpretation of an already ridiculous belief system, and you are using it to inflict serious psychological, emotional and spiritual damage on your nineteen children. No one ever seems to call you out on it, though.
You’ve trained your brood to smile and tuck in their shirts, and apparently that’s enough to fool everyone into thinking that your sinister program of isolation and indoctrination is a legitimate form of parenting. It’s not.
Your syrupy-sweet wholesome schtick doesn’t work on me. I see right through to the underlying cruelty, and it breaks my heart to think what will happen to Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn or Josie (just the youngest eight, mind you) if any one of them should turn out to want a different kind of life.
How will you treat the boy who has the heart of a nonbeliever? How will you treat the girl who has the mind of a free-thinking individual? How will you treat the teenager whose sexuality isn’t heteronormative? Let’s not pretend for one second that they won’t be tortured with shame, repression and authoritarian violence.
I know, I know. That’s not the part they show on your outrageously exploitative reality television program, but the brutal truth is that for a quiet minority of your nineteen children, their lives will be a soul-crushing hell.
By all means, live your lives of ignorant bliss on the lunatic fringes of red-state America. This is a free country, and you have every right to practice whatever creepy fundamentalist nonsense makes you happy.
That being said, it is morally reprehensible to treat your uterus like a clown car, and what you’re doing to those kids is wrong.
Yours in judgment,