Small town dude moves to big city.
@katherine There are a lot of good reasons to excoriate Buzzfeed (taking on a "no haters" editorial policy when deontological journalistic ethics are already shitty enough is what gets me personally) but yeah, none of them are espoused in that OP. Luckily we can ignore it!
I mean, good for AHP. She's a good writer and I hope that Buzzfeed proves worthy of her. There are no jobs that people can be too good to do, only employers that can be unworthy of their staff. Shame on them, tho, that they couldn't invent an editorial position for her. They've got a fucking billion, what's one more?
@Statham Manhattan in general is a rough place to find grub on a budget, for the most part. When I was short on cash I would head to the 1st ave stop on the L, walk a few blocks south to St. Marks Place, and get a dog and tots at Crif Dog. They do good.
Failing that, figure out which carts the cabbies frequent. Those are the ones to patronize.
@Lauren_O'Neal make your own out of essential oils! otherwise http://cbihateperfume.com/shop/2nd-alan-cumming/
Technically it's a "cologne" but smash the scent gender binary imo*
in all seriousness, I love #305 ("Burning Leaves", smells like burning pines, very lovely) and #101 ("At the Beach 1966", what it says on the tin, also very lovely)
* it really does smell like semen and it rules
@Danzig! hehe, she's had that picture FOREVER
I feel like Matty just said something rude so LON is miffed while Michelle is just chuffed to be there. Also y'alls heads are tiny
I feel like going to a strip club to dance would be looked down upon unless you worked there. Like it's not enough to be at a strip club. That's like, going to the Guggenheim to paint. I'm trying to view this Modigliani, get out of the way man
End of an era, RIP. ilu LON, ilu Hairpin
I'll be very disappointed if this is the final Matty McC post of the week
I have two school dance memories - the first being showing up early to an 8th grade dance (I had very little to do in those days) and hearing the preppiest dude in the school getting angry that they weren't playing Crazytown's "Butterfly" over the PA. The second was spending the high school after-prom festivities (casino games at the rec center organized by our pious little town to avert the sexual detonations that were to doubtlessly occur) with a friend whose date had stood her up. When she dropped me off at home (she could drive, I couldn't) she told me I was a good person
Then some years later I got back in touch with a friend with whom I had an antagonistic friendship, and was surprised to learn how resentful she was that I had never asked her to prom. I hope I'm more perceptive these days