Overanalyzing: Cupcakes


A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want? (Oscar Wilde, 1890)

Oh well, Oscar. Back then, you were imprisoned for being a fag.* Now you’d be prosecuted for publicly smoking one. The perfectly unsatisfying pleasure of late postmodernity is a quaint little cupcake.

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What I’d Wear To The 2013 Met Gala


Imagine being an A-lister who attends a dozen of red carpet events a year. Your first time smiling to cameras in a 10K-pound gown should be exciting. The second and third probably too. But sooner or later I imagine you’d be fed up with the LBDs and the red Valentinos and the 5-inch Louboutins and the Chanel No. 5, and craving for a change in the dress code, right? Wouldn’t you dream of, like, a punk-themed gala?

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Overanalyzing: Why Do Hipsters Take Pictures Of Their Food?


Sometime around 2010, the first photo of a tofu cake (or was it a mango salad?) appeared on my Facebook feed. What was my reaction? I wish I remembered. Perhaps I smiled. Maybe I “liked” it. Or possibly I turned off my desktop PC (oh, the technology we used in ye olden days!) and headed to the kitchen. Most likely, I ignored it, not realizing that I was just witnessing the birth of a trend soon to sweep the world.

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