Love. War. Long odds.
It was all quiet blue light. It seeped through the slit of my eyelids. the birds were silent. My panties bound my ankles.
(*Warning: This article contains some sexual imagery and references to rape culture. Do not read if you are easily triggered by these topics.)
Read MoreTHE 7 THINGS THAT HAPPEN WHEN YOU ARE COMPLETELY HONEST: Yet another James Altucher piece. If you've ever written anything that had your friends asking if you were suicidal, this one's for you. Not that I'd know anything about that....
As a startup veteran (or like a jealous ex?), I keep my eyes on tech funding. Then I'm reminded of some of the reasons why I am currently on the lam. Here's one: Q1 VC exits are at a long-range low right now, with only 8 this year so far. Allow me to translate this: Bad ideas are no longer getting funded. Neither are that many good ones. N.B. If you work at a place that has a cubicle for you to sit in, that is no longer a start-up and this does not apply to you.
A PRACTICAL UTOPIAN'S GUIDE TO THE COMING COLLAPSE: This is an intricate read from the latest edition of The Baffler. It questions everything you know about revolution and social change.
Why are we all sitting around live-tweeting the apocalypse?
Tiphanie Brooke a.k.a. ANTIGIRL is an LA-based artist. Maybe you've seen her hearts around Sunset Junction?? I connected with her on instagram after posing in front of one of them and fell in love.
She has a beautiful way of combining type and images, plus she's got rosy mauve hair. Stalk her instagram and twitter for extra inspiration.
If someone proclaims themselves to be "dope as fuck," whatever they put out better be other worldly. Luckily, Tyler the Creator is a genius madmen and here's his latest track called "IFHY." A few seconds in and the acronym should be...pretty clear. It's featuring Pharell and it is ludicrous and amazing.
If that isn't enough for you degenerates, follow him on twitter @FUCKTYLER.
That is all, @jessa
A few weeks ago, friend of mine posed these questions:
Why do we (a certain breed of lady) do the "non-boyfriends" and the inevitable drama, despite our quite loud protests? Because we're subconsciously petrified of being bored? Because we believe that love might only be love if there's some major sacrifice, or trials to bear? Why do we end up with man-children that need so much maneuvering?
