You may have better plimsoles but you can't pee standing up
Without Explanation: I have a broken record and it used to be one of my favorites, but now it keeps playing "this is the dumbest shit I've ever read" whenever I set the needle down. Seriously, it's time for the Gawker blog-jockeys to sign their own posts.
Erudite commentary has given way to a crudité platter of carrot-top humor, badly peppered strips, and crunchless celebrity sticks. A hungry audience demands accountability. Actually, I'm just curious. I can't tell who writes what over there anymore. Formality check, please.
Maybe that British chick who will be the editor of Gawker's new blog about women's magazines will liven the joint up. People love accents, even in print. In the meantime, Radar, NYM's Daily Intel, the Observer, Eat The Press, Fishbowl, Curbed, Gothamist, Jossip, and the 92Y Blog remain indispensable reads.
Erudite commentary has given way to a crudité platter of carrot-top humor, badly peppered strips, and crunchless celebrity sticks. A hungry audience demands accountability. Actually, I'm just curious. I can't tell who writes what over there anymore. Formality check, please.
Maybe that British chick who will be the editor of Gawker's new blog about women's magazines will liven the joint up. People love accents, even in print. In the meantime, Radar, NYM's Daily Intel, the Observer, Eat The Press, Fishbowl, Curbed, Gothamist, Jossip, and the 92Y Blog remain indispensable reads.
