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Does anyone else read Kyle Smith’s movie reviews at the Post?
And if you do, do you find yourself having intimate conversations with him? “Why the spleen? Where did you do undergrad? Did you go to many house parties? Are you a jeans or khakis guy? What is your relationship to your mother? Are you banking on a position under Emily Witt at the Observer? Do you like cats, at all? What is your favorite book? Your favorite entrée at Fazoli’s? Least favorite restaurant? Least favorite writer—living, then dead. How tiny is your apartment—and are you embarrassed to take women/men back to it? Do you sleep under the sheets? What’s the bar scene like on your part of the island? Do you like to dance? But do you like dance music? Is it a race against deadlines, always and only? Or is it the imperative (imaginary) to have something to say about everything and in the worst way possible? Left-handed or right-handed? One long stroke or several short sharp soundless fappy ones? Can you cook? Can you make it to meetings on time? Do you have to go to meetings? What’s it like, everything—what is everything like?” The flack he gets in the comments is fairly astonishing. Someone told him not to “get all UTNE reader” on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, although that would be stylistically self-limiting because isn’t the point of UTNE to print articles from other journals? Maybe you know Kyle Smith personally and can enlighten me. Drop me a line!
Also: here is a picture of Krzysztof Kieślowski from Nerd Boyfriend:
Jizz in my pants, ahoy! I bet he’s got a five-gallon communard ribcage under that fetching tweed sportcoat, an abdomen that goes on forever, etc.
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