Books are a joke

I found this bar in Albuquerque.

Verdict: 2/10

This Shirt

Verdict: 5/10

Divine Intervention

Tom Brady is out for the season.

Verdict: 9/10*

*Heretofore, a white verdict denotes the proximity to weeping tears of joy.

I feel like David Hyde Pierce

The door to the locker room at the gym is always sticky.

Always.

Verdict: 1/10

The Grave Mistake of Scale

My partner is 1,000 miles closer to me than usual and she's still 2,000 miles away.

Verdict: 2/10

The Ongoing Class Struggle

This is a sensitive issue and always has been for me, but my skepticism towards rich people came up again and I felt it was appropriate to bring it up in this context.

Here's the thing, rich people: I don't claim to know what it's like to have a lot of money. I probably never will. Hopefully at one point I will know what it's like to be comfortable, but for now all I know is what it's like to be poor and have mounds of debt.

See, all I ask from you is that you admit that you have no concept of what it means to be poor. I need clarity from you that there is an experience separate from your own which may, in fact, exist outside your realm of comprehension. I don't ask you to recognize that this other experience is more miserable than your own. I don't ask you to recognize the hardships inherent in it. I just need you to admit you have no fucking clue what being poor is all about.

Because when you refuse to admit that, I will yell at you. A lot.

Verdict: 5/10

Postcolonial Horseshit

"No one wants to read theory."

-Fellow graduate English student.

Verdict: 8/10