— This new story by George Saunders. He’s insane. Can anyone else get away with writing three different characters who sound exactly alike, and who are blatantly a crude amalgamation of the worst parts of America’s self-image? Nope. Only George Saunders can.
— This review of a bar in The L Magazine:
“After a low-key happy hour, the place becomes a hotbed of douchebag activity around 10 pm. Guys with crisp shirts and hair and girls with no irony to their sexiness infest the place…”
Guys with… hair? Girls with no irony to their sexiness? What!?
— This sculpture, pictured above.