This piece about the 9/11 Museum was the most heartbreaking, devastating, important story I’ve read in a long time.
idk he doesn’t seem too psyched about his kids
"When he messages women on OKCupid, it’s time-consuming: He reads the profile and tailors each email with personal details. On Tinder, he basically tweaks the same message. “The last person I matched with was Allison,” he says. If he were to send a message to Allison on a Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday, it would read: Hey there Miss Allison. What kind of trouble did you get into this weekend? :) “That’s exactly what I do, every fucking time,” he says, laughing. For Wednesday: Hey there Miss Allison. What sort of trouble are you getting into this week? :) Thursday or Friday: What kind of trouble are you getting into this weekend? :) And if it’s Saturday: What kind of trouble have you been getting into? :)"
(via NY Mag)
A writer I once gave career advice to
The woman whose apartment I sublet in the summer of 2010
A comic book writer I interviewed
Someone I interviewed about the NYC tech scene
A former Rolling Stone intern
A former Rolling Stone co-worker
A former New York Observer co-worker
A former BuzzFeed co-worker
The reception desk at the co-working space I used when I was freelancing
A music publicist
An Equinox spin instructor
A writer who wanted a job at BuzzFeed
Someone who wanted an internship at BuzzFeed whose mother used to work with my ex-boyfriend
Someone who sent me tips when I worked at Gawker
A writer I knew in Philly
A politics writer
A stand-up comedian/actor I interviewed once
Someone who’s friends with a good friend of my ex-BF
Someone I interviewed anonymously about being an “overspender”
Someone who has a book club I’ve never gone to
Someone I tried to get to talk to me about Megan Ellison
Someone who does “comedy rap”
Someone I met on HowAboutWe two summers ago
Someone I interviewed about the advertising industry
Someone who has a tech incubator
Someone I went to high school with
The husband of my good friend’s sister
My former gynecologist
“How am I supposed to get dudes to buy me drinks in a ‘Peanuts’ sweatshirt? Guys with low credit scores are gonna buy me drinks, and I am not about that life.” (via 122 Minutes With Harvard ‘Lampoon’ President Alexis Wilkinson — New York Magazine)
Friends, we need your help.
Last week, Gregory Warner and David Kestenbaum reported on the afterlife of American clothes. Lots of t-shirts from used clothes bin in the U.S. eventually make their way to sub-Saharan Africa.
Including the one above. From Jennifer’s bat-mitzvah from November 20, 1993. We want to find Jennifer.
What we Know: Jennifer’s bat mitzvah was on November 20, 1993. The theme may have been cartoons. And there’s a nametag in the shirt labeled Rachel Williams.
That’s all we know. Which is where you come in.
Do you know Rachel? Do you know Jennifer? Help us solve the mystery. Please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org, and put “that’s my shirt” in the subject line. And please share this as much as you can. It would be really awesome to find Jennifer and talk to her about her bat mitzvah t-shirt’s journey.
Ahhh I love this. FIND RACHEL AND JENNIFER!
Some highlights from the first issue, Holiday, and more information about the quarterly (including a recipe from for a perfect vegetarian Thanksgiving centerpiece dish) can be found here—or, you can download and subscribe here!
Free to download, $13.99 for a year of feasting. If you love Lukas’s recipes, or if you’re a vegetarian or even a sometimes-vegetarian, you NEED this.
Wow, this looks really cool. Congrats Lukas!
I found this in my drafts folder and it turns out I agree with everything I thought in April 2012, and I’m not sure why I never published it but anyway, here it is.
On Books and Cringing
I’ve thought more about the Awl’s "What Books Make You Cringe to Remember?" feature from the other day, and what exactly about it galled me, and I think it was mostly that I got this sense that what everyone (except Baratunde! On which more later) asked was saying was actually saying that “everyone should have read this book at a more naive time in their lives, i.e. high school, and if you are just reading it now and you are not in high school, and god forbid you take it seriously or admit that you liked it, then that is me over there snickering at your cluelessness.” I admit that there is probably an optimal time to read many of the books on the list, and I do feel that because I never went through a phase where I felt compelled to read Ayn Rand, thank god, it is now officially Too Late For Me To Read Ayn Rand, and it reminds me of a conversation I had not too long ago about Paul Auster. The person I was having this conversation with had never read Paul Auster, and I said, “Oh, ‘City of Glass’ is really good,” and he seemed sort of skeptical, and then I said, “Well I really liked it when I read it, but I guess that was in college,” and he said, “Yeah… that was the sense I got, that I had kind of missed the moment to read Paul Auster.” But that also makes me sort of sad, right? That like, we are now too pretentious or world-weary to read certain books or certain authors.
Lena: What would you say is the hardest part about being a boss?
Mindy: I’d say it’s that there’s no convenient time to take naps and the constant sense that you are neglecting something or someone. I want to be part of the gang. I don’t want to be the gang leader who has to stay on gang schedule and pay gang taxes. I have to do that stuff now. Sometimes I just want to shoot my machine gun in the air, you know?
They get it.