The Circle is Now Unbroken
You knew this day would come. As anyone who has ever watched a serial TV drama knows, epic feuds are always bound to reverse into epic loves, because the same engine–passion–is what drives them both and draws the players inexorably to one another. Shall we recap for the latecomers?
Previously, on BattleTao Gawkerlactica: Gawker has been on Tao Lin’s ass for years now. They shat all over Miranda July when she blurbed his first novel, and then they declared a complete moratorium on ever covering him again. Then something happened that I don’t remember what it was that made them like him, then they didn’t like him again. Or something. Anyway, throughout all this, Tao has continually expressed nothing but affection for Gawker and a desire to be “covered” by them, but the relentlessness of that expression, coupled with his complete disregard for Gawker’s own desires, has made his version of courting more or less indestinguishable from harassment. He even went so far as to break into Gawker’s building and cover their entire office door with his trademark/anti-trademark BRITNEY SPEARS stickers. (To this day Gawker has never mentioned this breach of their inner sanctum. If you Google “Gawker sticker attack” you get the original Gothamist post that broke the story.)
Could this have ended any other way but in sweaty amazing internet-love/hate-sex? No. And so, today Gawker breaks their long Tao-related silence, not by covering him, but by collaborating with him. Yes, you heard me right. This week’s Hipster Sensibility Matrix, published yesterday, is co-authored by the Golden Hamster himself, and Gawker has now actually published the words “neutral facial expression.”
I’m sure Gawker is lying in bed right now, thinking to itself about what it just did, and how there are some lines you cross that you can’t come back from. Gawker hopes Tao stays for coffee. It wonders if he will wake up soon. It doesn’t know he likes to sleep until 4:30 in the afternoon. Gawker feels beautiful and terrified. Its chest pounds with a wild, crushing hope.