This afternoon at work I spent an hour reading the The Vice Guide to Everything. Very het, I guess, very not gay. Straight and narrowly hip (but not copping to being hip, no, no). It’s like an extreme close-up photograph of something, but it’s so close you can’t figure out what it’s of. Puzzling, off-putting, kinda funny, righteous, and probably a waste of time. Oh, well.

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