It appears as if a lot of my Twitter feed is upset about Jonathan Franzen today, because he is putting out a new book soon. I don't know anything about Jonathan Franzen.
It was terrible when it came out and it was terrible when Ronald Reagan got its lowest-degree-of-difficulty irony wrong and it stayed terrible. It is terrible as Respected Songwriter Music and it is terrible as a Catchy Pop Hit. It is like being HIT in the FOREhead BROther HIT in the FOREhead BROther over and over and over.
It was enjoyable, I think.
I think marathons are pretty fuckin stupid (lol u surprised?), but I happened to catch the élite women runners of the New York Marathon go past my block yesterday on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn. Damn. It was an amazing sight. Just like, a fluorescent pack of deer with no body fat moving in silent tandem in their underwear on the coldest day of the year so far. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I loved it. And they were so much less show-offy than the men. The men sucked.
Taylor Swift's thing is not actually any worse or more grating than "Empire State of Mind." This is the last good song anyone wrote about New York, probably the last good track that will ever be written about New York.