It's kind of weird to be on the periphery, but not quite, of a Vanity Fair article.
jgh:
So last year in my first week of living in New York I went to Keith Gessen’s “Take Back The Internet” party. I met a Heeb writer I’d later perfunctorily fuck. I met Keith, who seemed taken aback that I wouldn’t drink and surmised I was a “recovering alcoholic” for refusing a beer. (WTF?) I saw Emily Gould, who was still high off her NY Times story. And Krucoff, if I remember correctly. And Moe, who seemed fun, but also stand-offish, as she probably had a right to be after all the Jezebel drama. (Oh and now YM and Krucoff don’t follow my ass b/c I’m too feminist or whatever.)
Gessen was nice.
God, Internet comment culture is bizarre, once you step back and look at it a bit. Why the fuck are people so mean? Myself included, ‘cause I’m a huge bitch. What’s up wit dat? We’re all fucking weird. Tumblrs, Gawkers. Everyone. Ya heard?
