Monday, May 13, 2013

pronouns are bullshit

One of my favourite online retailers, SSENSE, is always attempting to sell me perpetually sold out KENZO sweaters and closer to god Giuseppe pumps. I need to strut on Queen between Spadina and Ossington donning said pieces. I mean, I wouldn't actually purchase a Kenzo sweater because of its ubiquity, but in the event that one magically appears on my steps, then yes, I'll fucking wear it.

I've been involved in a lot of discourse (okay, only two in the last year, but still) lately about Mykki Blanco, who is a gay male black rapper spitting rhymes about gulping Ciroc and being a dick rider 4 lyfe. The man likes cock. Girlfriend detests pronouns because we obviously don't need to define ourselves and labels are shit because everything is fluid, even your love for your dog that just shit on your favourite Manolo's.

You can read the endearing interview here while concurrently shopping and putting a lot of Givenchy in your shopping bag. I also totally relate to his never ending broke-as-shit life.


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