ff

{bitches be besmirching, am i right?! photo borrowed from hazlitt but embellished by me, obvi}

so. dude. goes all a dude on the internets.

* david gilmour on building strong stomachs

i especially like the bit where he tells his students to elsewhere to read women authors. probably there is a class that is about lady-writers. that should be kept totes separate from his class cuz his class is just about literature. you know. the stuff written by men. duh.

so then the internets is all 'ummmmm, dude. really? dude...'

* memo to david gilmour
* an open letter to david gilmour
* virginia wolf, beloved chinese author

and then dude is all 'A SADS, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, YOU ARE MEAN, INTERNETS, YOU DON'T GET JOKES AND CONTEXT!' (aka 'WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH'.)

* there isn't a racist sexist bone in my body

(quote woody allen. nice. cause he's such a charming non-misogynist...)
(also * how not to apologize for saying something sexist)
so the internets is all 'well, okay i guess, here's the whole transcript for context, but, um, you just look bad still, dude.'

* the gilmour transcript

and no one is surprised, and all the internets high-fives and dances to solange and is gladness.

happy friday, i hope he gets fiiiiiiired! (then maybe he and franzen can hang out and talk about that time the internets hurts their feeeelings.)