Fuck you, bitch. Wait, can I be you ?

This from the New York Times Style section.
http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/27/profile-in-style-kelly-wearstler/

Impossibly fabulous. Impossibly tall. Impossibly fabulous. Impossibly tall.

Something about those big orange lines on the wall and the orange in the painting fill me with such dread and rage that I can barely breathe.

See if you can read the rest of the article and and scroll through this woman's life without strangling the nearest person/thing/pet/boyfriend/grandmother.

I read these type of things and buy into it. Don't we all ? Isn't that the whole point; to make us feel inferior,ugly,dumb,pedestrian? It's a big HUGE obvious ploy for us to buy,buy, buy, but yet I STILL BUY BUY BUY INTO IT !!!

IT MAKES ME WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF AND THEN GRAB TUFTS OF HER HAIR AND YANK IT OUT.

Is it possible that this is not a myth ? Does this really exist ? (Actually I have seen it first hand.)

That's the sad part. It does exist.

(Impossibly conflicted feelings-- There, I confess)

xo--Y

Happy May Day, Comrades!

Well, Comrades, I hope you are celebrating May Day, the birth of organized labor -- and radicalized labor, at that -- right here in the United States of Bourgeois Oppression. This is its birthday. I'm not sure what day it died, though, but I do know that it was moribund for quite a while until Herr Reagan finally suffocated it with a pillow.

Rise up!

Oh, and I got you all a present: