New column up. It's about my girlfriend and mix tapes.


I remember having this conversation.  


You failed to add this paragraph to your column:

"When my girlfriend makes a mix tape, I become a raging homo. I lose all testosterone in my body and become this non-male that blushes at men in sleeveless shirts and boys with thin mustaches. I go on and on ad nauseam about my girlfriend in a desperate attempt to prove my heterosexuality. But everyone knows the truth. I have no testicles."  


I... I...  


Seriously, nice article. Have you seen the book "Mixtape" by Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore? I've picked it up a couple of times and it looks like it takes a similar romantic view of the lost art of the mix tape....or as I think you called it, "the plastic rectangle dinosaur".  


I've never seen the book. I shall seek it out, though.

Also, Sara almost brought down hell on your head for your last comment. She's very protective.  


Women want him, men want to be in him.  


Yeah, I'm pretty much the coolest person I know. Sometimes I wish I was a really hot chick so I could completely ignore myself just because I can.  


You should try it. I ignore you all the time and I gotta say, it feels great.  


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