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Cats, Jonathan Franzen thought as he gazed into his empty martini glass, despair written across his face. A sense of dread rose in his chest as he waited for his next drink, plagued by intrusive thoughts of his least favorite things. Cats, those blasted murderers of all my lovely little songbirds, and Twitter, that vile platform for the destruction of Real Literature. Ebooks. Smartphones. The internet. Oprah. Those goddamn KITTENS on the B train track that delayed my train. Twitter. 
JFranz paused, an even more grotesque spasm of horror distorting his features as an idea - truly, the most upsetting of all - began to crystalize.
Cats, he thought ominously. Cats, on the internet. 

Cats, Jonathan Franzen thought as he gazed into his empty martini glass, despair written across his face. A sense of dread rose in his chest as he waited for his next drink, plagued by intrusive thoughts of his least favorite things. Cats, those blasted murderers of all my lovely little songbirds, and Twitter, that vile platform for the destruction of Real Literature. Ebooks. Smartphones. The internet. Oprah. Those goddamn KITTENS on the B train track that delayed my train. Twitter. 

JFranz paused, an even more grotesque spasm of horror distorting his features as an idea - truly, the most upsetting of all - began to crystalize.

Cats, he thought ominously. Cats, on the internet. 

SASHA FRERE-JONES: MIA SHOULDN'T HAVE APOLOGIZED

In the lull between Lana-gate and NYFW-death, MIA flipped America off during that big sportsball game the other day and the internet can’t stop talking about it, but thankfully Sasha Frere-Jones already said everything that needs to be said so now we can move on, right? Cool.

The outrage is tiresome and deeply hypocritical, in all the tiresome ways you’ve been tired out by before. M.I.A. was illustrating her line, acting out the attitude of the words: performing. Fine, it may not be legal to flip the bird on television, but that’s simply a remnant of the fifties we haven’t shaken. Unless somebody was handing out Xanax with the foam fingers, Lucas Oil Stadium was ringing with the music of profanities last night. More to the point, television viewers were submitted to ad after ad that likened women—negatively—to sofas, cars, and candy. Mr. Winter didn’t have anything to say about that, so I’d like to raise both of my middle fingers to him and anyone who thinks profanity is somehow more harmful to our children than images of violence and misogyny. (My two sons, fourteen and eleven, thought the Fiat ad was corny, so I guess they will be safe without Mr. Winter’s intervention.) I say we get out of The Pretending To Be Moral game altogether and use the Internet for important things like posting pictures of cats looking at croissants and PDFs of sensitive government documents.

HI Y’ALL! I HAVE SOME ANNOUCEMENTS TO MAKE. Sort of.
When I started this blog three years ago, Tumblr was more of just a platform that I saw as an alternative to Wordpress or Blogspot, and not something as interactive as it is now.  So I’ve been doing this thing where I start other tumblrs and pinterest and facebook posts and everything to, like, Preserve The Integrity Of My Blog but then I get all confused and distracted and panicky about priorities and IT GETS STRESSFUL YOU GUYS.
SO.  We have a new, prettier layout!! Look!  Also, new navigation: that “the good stuff” link up there will take you to all the old entries as well all the new longer ones that I still post (all aptly tagged with “flog” for my predilection for beating really, really dead horses via blog? Whatevz.) There is also a nicer tag organization column and a bunch of cluttery information got moved to other pages too. So now I can reblog and post images and do other lil’ tumbly things too without giving up easy access to the bloggy things too! So exciting, I know!
In other news, the lovely Camilla Peffer was kind enough to interview me as her girl of the week on her blog and I have stopped wearing things that really count as shirts.

HI Y’ALL! I HAVE SOME ANNOUCEMENTS TO MAKE. Sort of.

When I started this blog three years ago, Tumblr was more of just a platform that I saw as an alternative to Wordpress or Blogspot, and not something as interactive as it is now.  So I’ve been doing this thing where I start other tumblrs and pinterest and facebook posts and everything to, like, Preserve The Integrity Of My Blog but then I get all confused and distracted and panicky about priorities and IT GETS STRESSFUL YOU GUYS.

SO.  We have a new, prettier layout!! Look!  Also, new navigation: that “the good stuff” link up there will take you to all the old entries as well all the new longer ones that I still post (all aptly tagged with “flog” for my predilection for beating really, really dead horses via blog? Whatevz.) There is also a nicer tag organization column and a bunch of cluttery information got moved to other pages too. So now I can reblog and post images and do other lil’ tumbly things too without giving up easy access to the bloggy things too! So exciting, I know!

In other news, the lovely Camilla Peffer was kind enough to interview me as her girl of the week on her blog and I have stopped wearing things that really count as shirts.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Catorialist. I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, IT’S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME NOT TO POST THIS.  Even though if we’re friends I IM’d this to you weeks ago and/or squealed about it on Facebook weeks ago too… I only wish it was updated more often. But what is the internet good for other than pictures of cats?!?
Also, I want one of these of people’s dogs in ridiculous clothes too.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Catorialist. I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, IT’S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME NOT TO POST THIS.  Even though if we’re friends I IM’d this to you weeks ago and/or squealed about it on Facebook weeks ago too… I only wish it was updated more often. But what is the internet good for other than pictures of cats?!?

Also, I want one of these of people’s dogs in ridiculous clothes too.