this. first i was appalled, then i was amused, then i was elated. i think my discomfort paper just got a new lease on life, though indirectly, since i still won’t be reading the marie calloway story because #whocares #feministboredom. 95% of this makes me want to throw up and that’s great. “i’m glad you liked my writing.” dying. “read your pieces as critiques of narcissism and self-absorption.” shut up, dude. really, it’s wonderful. (and thank you, mikki, for brightening my day with it.) 

21 Dec 2011 / 6 notes / humiliation narcissism feminist boredom finals lol