Fun-Sized Advice

On fun-sized advice

I’m in Paris for a few months. Any suggestions?
Connect with people. Make friends. Take a lover or three.

Do you think Pope Francis is all the same shit in a different hat? I can’t decide.
He’s still catholic, ain’t he?

Are you rooting for Walt?
To die. Spectacularly.

Tacky as fuck.

Do you think that being lazy is as negative of a trait as it’s made out to be?
If you work for me it is.

Whenever a guy sexually harasses me in the street I always stick my middle finger up at them to which they usually reply “shove it up your pussy.” How can I avoid this reaction?
Shoot them in the face.

I’m in love with my best friend. He hasn’t accepted that he’s honestly bisexual yet. I don’t know how to proceed. Help?
Stop sucking his dick.

Which is the better read: 1984 or Brave New World?
1984 is the better read, but Brave New World is the better lesson.

Do you think stripping could be considered performance art?
Not if it’s done right.

Why do rich girls shoplift?
Boredom and a lack of integrity.

Have you weighed in on the Blurred Lines uproar yet? There was a feminist critique, now there’s a feminist critique of the feminist critique… I’d be interested to hear the Coquette critique, if you have one.
No. Stop talking about that stupid fucking song. Summer is over. It’s time for it to go away.


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