Why I, the City of New York, Will Not Be Appearing in the “Sex and the City” Revival
Would you watch a show about a sex columnist in Pocatello? Without me as the backdrop, it’s just white women complaining.
Would you watch a show about a sex columnist in Pocatello? Without me as the backdrop, it’s just white women complaining.
We sympathize that you've lost “thousands of comments I need to get through the daily existential dread,” we have a moral obligation to protect our users.
In Hell, it’s always January, filled with dead Christmas trees and hungover souls bearing an extra fifteen post-holiday pounds.
I had hoped the craze would die out before needing to call an emergency meeting at the alternative milk headquarters, the Portland Trader Joe's.
Do you really need to pull your neck gaiter down at the JetBlue gate and start spelunking your nostrils right then and there?
A gap year will help to make me the man I want to be. Unless you are planning to hire me, in which case: STOP READING. GIVE ME THE JOB.
We know you opened us with the best of intentions but let’s be honest, if you haven’t read us by now you never will.
2020 was one of the most exciting years in hornet history, as we continued our westward expansion into North America.
Compared to 2020’s real-life plague, threat of fascist coup, and so on, your work has suffered from a lack of terrifying imagination.
These last ten months of social distancing, mask-wearing, and air-hugging have to have been especially tough on extroverts.
Every Chanukah for the past seven years she kept telling you she doesn't want you to buy her anything, with “BUY” and “THING” in air quotes.
Does this mean Santa's Workshop will close? Santa's Workshop will live on as a digital storefront competing with hundreds of counterfeiters.