Miley is sitting before her gilded mirror, perfecting her nonchalant pout, newly cropped hair the ideal shade of platinum blonde. I don’t give a fuck she mouths, partly to convince everyone else, mostly to convince herself. She doesn’t give a fuck, simply because she’s trained herself not to – and that’s why we’re talking about her now.Read More
The mice are genetic variants bred so as to be useful for research. There is a real teleological purpose to their life and death in the pursuit of science. Or so I tell myself when placing mice in CO2 chambers and then cervically dislocating their spines so as to access their brains for further analysis.
But naturally moral qualms become more pronounced as a minor mouse genocide begins to rest solely on my conscious.
I feel the modern artist has assumed the role of philosopher in many ways, as she strived to communicate the way she understands the world. So one day it hit me, philosopharts, toots of wisdom somehow perfectly summed up how I interact with the world. These are simultaneously silly, philosophical, grounded in art, deeply serious while slipping in a fart joke.Read More
Helena often struggled with the nature of the journal project, debating her own narcissism and wondering the actual worth of her journals. The phrase “What’s one woman’s life?” is written well over a hundred times.
Simon’s expression of death on Twitter was far from the removed reporting deemed acceptable for the public sphere: it was intimate, like he purposefully left his curtains open so the world could watch him undress.Read More