Justin Vernon of Bon Iver Is a Massive Twat
Before last night, I was blissfully unaware of both Justin Vernon and his band, Bon Iver. Had you asked me what a “Bon Iver” was, I would have assumed some […]
In the pantheon of holidays, Valentine’s Day is at the bottom of my list. Not because I feel alone or unloved or any of those other emotions for women. It’s the general principle of the day.
Think of Christmas, a holiday that is beloved by all of us who are going to Heaven in the afterlife. You spend 24 hours receiving, unwrapping and playing with awesome new toys. Valentine’s Day is the opposite of that. Instead of getting anything new, a toy you’re used to playing with is taken away from you. And only if you say and do all the right things for the entirety of the day will you get to play with that toy briefly at night. And the toy wants to pretend it’s new and special because it’s in fancy new wrapping paper, but all you want is your boring old toy back with minimal fuss. That isn’t a holiday. It’s a hostage situation
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