If you guys slept in bunk beds, and we all like to belive that you do. Would there be a fight over who’d get the top?
Tina: There wouldn’t be a fight, I feel like I would probably want the bottom? I don’t know what your preference would be. Amy: You’d want the bottom and I’d be like, “Fine, take the bottom” and I would take the top. And then at one point at night, you’d wake up and I would be next to you in the bottom.
“If you are reading this ‘Letter From the Guest Editors,’ it probably means you have read all the other parts of the magazine at least five times and are in some kind of isolated and desperate situation. If it’s a bathroom emergency, try elevating your feet on an upturned wastebasket. If you are in the trunk of a drug lord’s car, try doing that thing Walter White does where he throws chemicals at the ground and they explode.”
We don’t fucking care if you like it… It is an impressively arrogant move to conclude that just because you don’t like something, it is empirically not good. I don’t like Chinese food, but I don’t write articles trying to prove it doesn’t exist.