With turmoil for sale at every media outlet near you, why not get yet another point of view of things?
In 2014, coffee shops across New York City decided to take the definition of a brew bar all too-seriously. Here, our resident poet laureate, Ariel, whose work has been described as “Susan Howesian” and “criticism as form of poetry,” (citation pending) meditates upon a subject previously limited to the superfluity of Tao Lin’s literary musings.
First there were film snobs, then indie film snobs (and we weren’t sure if life could get much worse), and now in the wake of modern existence there are internet snobs. The Internet has been around longer than 5 Seconds of Summer – don’t you think it’s time you started doing it correctly?
It’s time again to fork over your hard earned cash to that lovely, trustworthy landlord who is always so quick about responding to your dire needs, like: sending someone right over when your dishwasher breaks or turning the heat on right when the weather gets cold — because that’s what a landlord does, right?
Ariel needs to get to work because if she doesn’t pay, she will definitely be hearing from her landlord.
Moms are worrisome — call your mother; Ariel’s mom likes to hear her voice but when her phone is broken (again) Mama gets an email about how she’s well-to-do. She hasn’t heard back, but she will probably be receiving a Facebook comment soon.