Yeah, everyone gets to a point in their lives where they’re tired of putting up with at least some of the shittier aspects urban life. Some people incorporate that frustration into their personalities, some rationalize it against the pros of city living, and some romanticize it. Some just don’t deal with it and GTFO. The thing that’s so annoying about Fashie Blogger up there is that she sells herself as this urban ideal. She coopts the city for her benefit and she doesn’t even understand it. Even if she leaves, the stupidity and smallmindedness displayed above will remain tenfold in the form of little LovePuppy clones.
There’s so much more to most American cities–especially New York–than OMG clothes and brunch and a likeminded group of creative layabouts. And it’s not gonna bow down to some white-bread twat in Park Slope. Crawl out of your fucking lovenest and rent a workspace in a writers’ community if you can’t get shit done at home. That IS why writers like living in cities, right? Or am I confusing bloggers with actual artists?
PS Lock your front wheel, cuntnugget. Everyone knows that shit’s the easiest thing to steal off a bike.
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