Have a terrible night and die in MANY fires.

Has anyone been reading the Why Your Team Sucks series? They use to be funny but this year every one has Drew mentioning Trump, the anthem, and how much America sucks.

The sycophantic letters are also the same shit.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Every team is run by idiots with retrograde opinions on race relations and mental health. The fans are loud, fat, and racist, except for you, you good little boys and girls who read Deadspin and write us letters selling out everyone with the misfortune of not being you. The city the team plays in is simultaneously a dump and over-gentrified. The local food is Actually Bad. And of course, the team is bad, except for when they're not, like the Packers, who are bad at being really good, which is almost worse. And as predictable, rote, and desultory as this exercise is, it's still somehow one of the only things on Deadspin worth reading anymore.

Our hotel smelled like dead hooker vagina (before you ask I had gotten a detailed description from beardown)

Yeah he's really lost his fastball. I used to like these a lot, but like you said, every single one this year is basically like "these fans are racist shitbags". Pretty boring

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

If you don't like that type of humor then you are going to hate CFMB March Madness next year. That's going to be like 75% of my takes.

I don't think it qualifies as humor. There's no setup or punchline. It's just whining.

I just wanted to call 75% of the board racists.

That means you can legally punch them, or so I have been told

The city the team plays in is simultaneously a dump and over-gentrified.

What has always sucked: Congratulations, Detroit! You’re being revitalized! By Dan Gilbert!

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. If there’s anything worse than living in a dying city, it’s living in a city poised to be “reinvented” by white collar conmen and D-list tech bros in raw denim jeans who couldn’t hack it in California. They’re colonizing Detroit like an incubating virus and propping it up like the alien in Men In Black that used Vincent D’Onofrio as a skin suit. These vultures have already done that thing where they reinvent the bus, and that failed. That will hardly be the last of their attempts to scavenge VC money from Detroit’s ashes. Now there’s one overpriced coffee shop downtown instead of zero. Congrats on being the new Williamsburg. I’ve seen urban revitalization projects like this before, and the only people they serve are wealthy suburbanites looking for a new place to get loaded when they drive into town once every two months.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Might wanna actually make sure the person is a Nazi first though, which is hard to do when you think anyone carrying an American flag is a Nazi.

https://www.oregonlive.com/portland/ind ... ag_to.html

Every year, this team finds a way and interesting way to get fucked by a quirk in the NFL rulebook.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Have a terrible night and die in MANY fires.

Have a terrible night and die in MANY fires.

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People think I’m anti-irony, but I’m not. I’ve never called for a new sincerity or whatever. I’m not even sure what it would mean to be against irony. It would be like objecting to jealousy or loneliness; it’s just a part of human experience and couldn’t be stamped out. It’s only that what people take for irony these days is a cramped and mannered facsimile of the real thing. Irony and sincerity are not and have never been antagonistic, for one.

They think I’m against irony because they think a particular affected way of operating in the online world is irony. And they likely think this because that affect has grown to so completely dominate internet life, they think it is coterminous with irony. You know what I’m referring to already; it is the default means of interacting in social online spaces. You drench yourself in sarcasm (which is not the same as irony). You adopt a pose of amused knowingness, acting as though you have seen everything and could be surprised by nothing, saddened by nothing. You regard the world and its treasures with practice disdain. You find everything funny and nothing impressive. Human life itself is not sufficient to rouse you from your display of cold, unimpressed, amused self-satisfaction.

This is not irony. This is, I think, the Something Awful/FYAD routine. Somehow that obscure forum has become the biggest influence on online self-performance writ large. It’s a sociological marvel; I genuinely believe someone could write a great dissertation exploring how in the hell it happened. One way or the other, though, most everyone online has adopted this belief that the only time well spent is time spent heaping derision on someone from the protective cocoon of blank sarcasm. How did this happen? How did we get here? I don’t know. People who act this way talk about their online friendships, but I don’t understand how that works. Vulnerability is a necessary aspect of human connection, and vulnerable is the one thing you absolutely cannot be online.

I cannot overstate the degree to which this mode of existence has colonized the media. I know many people in the media and know of many many more and I literally cannot think of more than 10 people who do not engage with the world in precisely this way. It’s as if there is an industry-wide requirement that you remove your emotion chip and replace it with an addiction to self-satisfied mockery. Go to Twitter. Find a few dozen journalists. Everything they post – everything – will be expressed in this type of artifice. The industry runs on this fuel. And it does corrupt and deform the media’s output, all the time, in a myriad ways. Read the New York Magazine website or Slate or anything ever published under the auspices of Gawker/Gizmodo media. You can’t tell me that the dictate to treat all of human life as a competition to be the most mean and clever doesn’t warp their coverage. And though I’m sure it initially feels energizing, writers become boxed in by the narrow confines of this style. There’s a whole cottage industry of Professionally Unimpressed White Women that, despite the ostensible empowerment, looks to me like just another professional ghetto.

I just wish people would stop and acknowledge that this is happening, to ask why and wonder what the consequences are. But there is a fiercely-policed rule against discussing what is happening. It’s quite a trap: to be able to have an honest discussion about why everyone online talks as if they are perpetually self-impressed judgment machines, we would have to engage with a form of sincerity that is not permitted under those rules. How can we examine an aspect of contemporary culture when the industry that is meant to analyze such things is too busy living that culture to consider it? There will always be this impediment to an adult accounting of where we are: anyone who attempts to undertake it in good faith will simply be met with more of the same. To ask what it costs us when everyone is telling the same stale jokes is to get those jokes turned back on you in return.

Perhaps I am so disdainful of all of this because I can’t access it, never could and never will. It could all be sour grapes for me. Because I am not emotionless. I am not above everything. I am not incapable of feeling shock or disappointment or sadness. I don’t feel superior to all the people I interact with. I don’t find everything funny. My heart hurts, all the time. I could never keep up the act, even if I wanted to. This is a broken world and we are broken within it, and I think that it’s better to face it than to pretend to be something that we aren’t. But maybe I’ve been wrong.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

He's right though that the current media is remarkably influenced by SA/early 4chan, almost so closely that it would be difficult to believe many of them weren't active members of those communities.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

Jeb Lund is the big Something Awful success story: he went on to write for Gawker, Rolling Stone, and now NBC News, where he's had just about all his rough edges sandblasted away into TRUMP BAD genericness. All the Weird Twitter people in Brooklyn were Something Awful posters. Basically SA = left, 4chan = right.

https://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:hfnfw2oRpqkJ:https://fredrikdeboer.com/2018/08/31/1094/+&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us
for posterity:

The menstrual cycle changes among Hassidic Jewish women was something as well.

Another issue is that Freddie seems to only and exclusively be reading people whose entire online presence has been conditioned by forum culture. But this ignores the significant chunk of largely younger people whose online lives have instead been all about openness and sincerity in places like Tumblr and private Facebook groups. And I'd say these different norms and expectations account for at least some of the nastier conflicts that transpire on completely shared spaces like Twitter.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

The menstrual cycle changes among Hassidic Jewish women was something as well.