I'm Concerned About How And Why There

A Verbose, Prosaic Review Which Mentions Whistling Winds And The Timeless Feeling Of Jade Doesn't Mean Anything To Me; I Don't Need A Novella Telling Me About How An Album Is Like A Fine Meal.

In New York, You Are Constantly Faced With This Very Urgent Decision That You Have To Make, About Every Twenty Minutes...you Have To Decide, Immediately, You Have To Go "ohmigod. Do I Look At The Most Beautiful Woman In The World Or The Craziest Guy In The World?"

All My Friends Are Always Telling Me How Hard It Is To Have Kids. 'oh, David, It's So Hard.' That's Not Hard. I'll Tell You What Hard Is. Try Talking Your Girlfriend Into Her Third Consecutive Abortion. Yeah, That's Hard, That Takes Finesse. You're Just Inconvenienced.

And It's One More Shitty Thing To Write About Somebody, In Between Getting Really, Really, Really Upset At Female Ghostbusters And Gamergate, And The Things That Really Matter.

I Am Truly Passionate And Concerned About The Lack Of Empathy That People Show Towards One Another.