goooooood stuff from pete!!!!!!
check out the article on my lil bro here:
http://nymag.com/news/businessfinance/53617/
great read with some great quotes from him and chad and some other guys.
also, there’s info on pete and me and our whole group at:
Our Lady of Introspection: Imagine that you get the opportunity to witness the inauguration of the 44th president, and because you once fancied yourself a journalist at a DC university, you think you have some bona fides. Your mother was a speechwriter, and because you once tactlessly blogged about shagging a politician and once met Obama at a BBQ, you think you could have been one, too. You then go to DC for the big event.
Do you (1) blog about the experience of
attending/thinking about/being in the same city with the largest crowd gathering in history for a new president? (2) Parse the speech with your sound, college-level analysis of government and politics? or (3) Post a ton of pictures of yourself in yet another pink dress, sporting yet another parsed lips pose.Yes, it was obviously choice #3. Not even an historic inauguration could dissuade our Lady from posting over 15 pictures of herself. YES WE CAN!
Our Handmaiden of Passive Aggression: Our Handmaiden wasn’t an Obama supporter - something about the proud Texas tradition of assuming your parents’ politics - but she was not above posting a few pics of her reaching across the proverbial aisle, to shake the unclenched fists of those who thought she might be able to set them up with Leven.
BUT! She caught the magic Obama rainbow hope-flu and gave us this:
We, as a nation of moral, democtaic (sic and hic) people, wouldn’t be where we are today if the leaders who had the balls to push the boundaries let themselves be silenced.All men are created equal. That took a while. So have hope. One day, we’ll get there with the issues that continue to plague us today. Gay marriage, abortion - they will all be inherent rights. Keep talking people. In fact, yell!
You know, we will get there. Her hair went from 1960 to 1990 in the recent past, and that did take a while. YES WE CAN!
Our Handmaiden of Tragic Rebounds: Kind of soggy Cheerios after the backlash from their CES coverage, claiming that she was preoccupied by filming promo spots for their “sponsors.” Unfortunately, those “sponsors” weren’t sponsors, so sayeth Cisco on their blog(“Cisco did not sponsor NonSociety”) nor compensate them for being the CES equivalent of car show models).
Specifically, she was upset that her mother “found her way” (some tech geeks call this googling) to one of the sites that had some negative comments about her, and apparently, Mom promptly responded using a “code name” (she anonymously commented on a website, just like the detractors). And say hey to you mother for me!.
They got past it, and she just marveled that “we can now use the Internet to get information from various sources.” And, just like that, Meghan’s tech savvy caught up to Mary’s new hair. YES WE CAN!
why is this not in the mainstream news?
why aren’t people protesting against hamas?
why aren’t fellow muslims denouncing hamas and its actions?
interesting.
Christ, a new year and yet, we are still here. Parsing the stupidity. It kind of feels like recapping American Idol, doesn’t it? We all know how this works out - the most packaged person wins, except they don’t, and are never heard from again until the VH-1 special about one hit wonders hits the airwaves.
Confession - I have started to love Mary. It may be Stockholm Syndrome (I write that with the confidence that she has no idea what that means and may name a terrible bag after it), but I think she finally realized that she can either be in on the joke or laugh at it. My editor has disowned me upon this realization, so forgive the grammar and spelling errors.
Okay, what do you need to know about The Trio of Banality? I’ll give you the low points, bulleted and ribbed for your pleasure:
- Meghan: Still Cheerios, with a little too much sugar. Why the naturally hottest girl hasn’t found her groove yet, only Stella knows. She, like the others, is at CES, although for her, this is kind of akin to Napoleon Dynamite going to a dance competition. She is very web 1.0, but damn if she doesn’t look good blogging it.
- Mary: Oh, the sweet virgin Mary. She went on a cruise, blogged about it, railed against the haters who begrudged her that moment in the sun (then retracted it), worked out and blogged about it (lest you think her slothy, or worse, fat), admitted she was dining on someone else’s dime, took a few pot shots at JA (who is clearly not tight with her own mother), then came back and vowed to “see you on the scales.” The elusive Leven didn’t make the guest list, sadly, but Mary has a nice Gwyneth haircut and a determination to best JA at her own cover game.
- JA: Still nothing here. JA doesn’t play well with others, and in the trio, she comes off like the shrill Midwestern tourist, among a trio of NY fannypack fangirls. She made a laundry list of resolutions, which I suspect were plagiarized from her 2008 resolutions (she is cunning like that), posted a manifesto of “I WAS ONCE BULIMIC AND THAT IS WHY I CAN CONTINUE TO HATE MYSELF,”and clearly didn’t resolve to lose the tranny makeup or wardrobe. She called Mary a bitch, claiming that bitch blogging was noble, and thereby solidifying her role as the chick at the party that you recognize, but don’t want to be associated with. There were, of course, a host of old pics of her, from happier days, plus a few fake emails purporting to attack her on her weight. Folks, if you don’t do it, no one else will, and then she will go all James Frey on your non-commenting asses.
well it’s about time!
Given all that we have been through, I have to believe that none of you are still actually reading the collective musings of Our Lady of Introspection and her Handmaidens. They jumped the shark, the couch, and anything else they could name drop on their way to another photoshoot for another publication you have never heard of and will never buy.
Starting any personality-based business is difficult, particularly when Nick Douglas is your business advisor. Now try to imagine if you are the trio of a funhouse of mirrors featuring Poltergeist clowns. There may be a few moments of horror and funny, but mostly, you just want to put your hand over all it it and gently whisper “this will only take a few seconds.” It isn’t that they just don’t get that they are the punchline of the joke. It is that they think their punchlines have value in any economy.
In the spirit of the holidays, however, I will give you the last rites of Our Trio of Banality. The end is surely nigh, and should old acquaintances be forgot, the world would be a much better place.
Meghan: The Handmaiden of Tragic Rebounds — Meghan, I like you like I like Cheerios. There’s nothing offensive or mouth jarring about Cheerios (unlike, say, the suit-o PINKISH elements of Captain Crunch). Hell, sometimes, Cheerios is perfectly fine on an early morning.
But Meghan? You are curiously outplayed by your underclasswomen. This was a bad idea. You know it, I know it, and your family, readers and future employers know it. Look, you are no rocket scientist in the tech OR finance fields, but you are likable and pretty and don’t look like a tranny Midwestern news anchor on camera. In your newly chosen field, I think you have to score these in the win column and discover your own identity, preferably one that doesn’t involve the social climbing aims of a self-avowed attention whore or a waiting in the wings second Texas trophy wife. They are in your spelling league, and that is about it.
Mary: The Handmaiden of Passive Aggression— Mary, you surprised me as the almost likable one of the group. Your willingness to make a complete ass out of yourself - albeit unwittingly - combined with your obvious recognition of the ridiculousness of the Julia Allison character? Hell, I almost want to buy you a lip shot.
You wear your superficialness on your sleeve, and I am confident that your first gay husband will really appreciate that. You have been playing second fiddle for so long, what with the “she’s not my sister” crap with Leven, to indulging the ridiculously emotionally challenged Lady of Introspection. The seething is palpable.
I am guessing it is fed by the hunger that can only come from a self-proclaimed fitness guru who thinks people should eat the bulk of their meals at night, combined with all that fucking juice. Shit gets backed up, you know? I know you know. Spinning your bitterness for hours a day, knowing your arms are toner and you are taller, and yet, but for all your lack of intellect and any appealing qualities to men who actually want to sleep with women? It is a bitter pill, Mary, and I fully support you swallowing all of them.
Julia: Our Lady of Introspection— Oh Christ, there is so much and yet nothing to say. Predictably, she now wants to go to business school at Harvard or Stanford, and realistically? She will probably get in, notwithstanding her grasp of anything business-related. She ”owns a company” that is predicated on readers who don’t admire her, but still read her because she is a real time, virtual trainwreck of social skills and common sense, and the paradigm of an unlikable human being. And who wouldn’t want such a person shilling their products? Care for some juice?
She recently solicited input about what men like in body types, and it was not unlike imagining a NAMBLA post about just which boys the members found the most desirable. If nonsociety.com isn’t on the pro-anorexia circuits by now, those readers just haven’t graduated high school yet. You aren’t fat, JA. No one but you thinks you are. But I suspect you will keep blaming that for the string of failed relationships in your rear view window. It couldn’t possibly be owing to that vast wasteland underneath that tiny perceived layer of fat.
She also got dumped, again, and AGAIN, it was on her own merits, not blogging related. Such a successful dating columnist this one, but lest you worry, she posted endless photos of herself in happier times, and even managed to take a few digs at the parents of the exes who didn’t like her. Presumably after tipping Gawker. Hard to believe no one wants to take her home to meet Mom.
All in all, you missed nothing, and if you are still reading this trio, you have the patience of steel wool. Add this lumpy coal to your mix, add tomato juice and a celery stalk, and you have yourself a very Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, and happy New Year.
i’ve stopped reading drudgereport. i’ve deleted all my drudge bookmarks both on my browsers and on my google homepage. its been a few hours since i’ve made the lifestyle change. and i have to say - i feel better already.
not having to read that some russian third rate suburban minister is predicting the breakup of the united states is already reaffirming my belief in capitalism and our nation. not having to read about unattractive, overweight KFC employees bathing in a sink is reminder of how glad i am that i don’t live in topeka. not having to read about newspapers, publishers and this country going out of business day after day after fuckingday is truly a blessing in disguise.
ignorance is bliss.
and drudge is nothing short of a purveyor of sexually charged albeit misanthropic carnage. goodbye matt. i certainly won’t miss you.
the end of the world is at hand. i purchased another 5k rounds of ammo today. stocking up on canned goods later in the day. no joke. the end of the financial banking and credit system is here. RIP
danger up ahead
dude(s), are you crazy????? please refer to my recent photos from a 3 week trip to south america. are you guys kidding me? travelling IS the best part about being single!!!!!
trying to make travel plans, and having no one to go with. it FUCKING SUCKS.
- Club Med
- Singles cruise
- Vacation with friends
- Vacation with other Tumblrers
Unfortunately, Cancun isn’t going to be on your list of options. Unless you want to go back on spring break (instead of the typical romance vacation).
