holy shit, it’s Ready Player One for race scientists
He was giving knight errant, organ-meat eater, Byronic hero, Haplogroup Rlb. She was giving damsel in distress, pill-popper pixie dream girl, Haplogroup K. He was in his fall of Rome era. She was serving sixth and final mass extinction event realness. His face was a marble statue. Her face was an anime waifu. They scrolled into each other. If they could have, they would have blushed, pink pixels on a screen. Monkey covering eyes emoji. Anime nosebleed GIF. Henlo frend. hiii.
Here’s The Cut puff piece on Levy which just mentions in passing her podcast with Curtis Yarvin.
anyway, nice to know they’re still trying to make Dimes Square a thing
Crumplar is STILL writing about this loser crowd. Why? What led him to this?
From what I can tell, like everybody else involved, it’s ego and ennui? Sad but I suppose at least it’s mildly entertaining to read about gormless rich kids failing very hard to be cool.
I have to add also, as someone who had a terrible time being 18 in 2004, I am truly amazed that these people took the vapid and complacent culture of the noughties, the mcinnes-era vice magazines, the cobrasnakes, the cory kennedies, the whole tshirtness of it, and made it even worse somehow.
The main inovation is that the racism went from ironic to scientific!
hapsburg irony poisoning
Maybe the gormless rich kids give him cocaine.