stop unsolicitedly talking about how much you work, how hard you work blah blah blah. pretending whatever bullshitty entertainment industry hobnobbing you do is so impossibly back-breaking is just as much posturing as that Bon Iver dude acting all precious and self-righteous in his acceptance speech.

Your hate is warm and frothy. I want a barista to pour your hate over a double shot of espresso, finish it off with a little heart design, and serve me up a fresh cup of haterccino.

Mmm, delicious.