Let Us Now Fetishize (Sort of) Famous Men

I was having a perfectly lovely June evening, lolling on my sofa idly scrolling through Twitter when this tweet from The New York Times jumped out at me.

Because who doesn’t want to read about a hip young journalist whose career was launched on the Gross Jar beat at Vice Media and the “enormous, slightly grubby orange sectional sofa” he shares with his (hip young Vice Media) colleague/roommate?

To which I replied, after a quick spelling consultation with hubby.

Has mainstream media’s love affair with all things millennial, hipster and post-hipster jumped the shark? Or is this just a Shouts & Murmurs column masquerading as Times lifestyle piece?

Mr. Morton’s night stand sported a crocodile skull wearing a toucan-feather headdress he bought from an Amazonian tribesman, a vole skull and a rubber fetus from an assignment about fake abortion clinics. The fetus, he explained later, had been a handout to young pregnant women by anti-abortion protesters.

So we ask you dear reader, what odd, gross, weird, vile, strange crap do you have sitting around your place?

Seriously. Let us know. Where it says Write a Response in green. And we’ll let the Times know. We promise.

Meanwhile, here some of the stories that we’ve published in the past few days. Which you might or might not be able to see in your email or when you click “view in browser.”

Cheers!

Debbie