What's required here? A requiem, or a celebration? We've all been outed: we don't have to grow up. (Right? Right???) The article's analysis is superficial, but it manages to hit close enough to convey the delicate scent of what--desperation? Or maybe this is just what grown up now is. I don't know. Nice though that they referenced a perpetual favourite photo series, Ari Versluis and Ellie Uyttenbroek's Exactitudes.
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I think if anyone needs to get a whiff of the delicate scent of desperation, it is this sara chick and her weblog templates.
here here o'brien!
Oksana: delete the bitch. You have the power.
I do? God damn Violet, why the hell didn't I know that fifteen years ago? My twenties would have been right different.
OK: bitch, begone!
[pause]
Nothing happened.
Shit.
Maybe I'll try again after I make dinner (asian-stylee salad with black sesame crusted ginger-garlic chicken on top, australian shiraz).
PS. No thoughts on "the new grownup," V? I notice these people more and more now (in the mirror too, I guess, although I am so less hip).
PPS. Yay to getting a comment from an Ohioan Ghetto Bitch! Thanks, Erin. You are officially our first farthest-flung commentator.
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