I have a stack of 43 New Yorkers in my closet from like 2002 when they tricked me into a subscription at 158% off the cover price. As every week passed my anxiety over all the unconsumed material grew until I would close my eyes and handle the things with tongs like a guy disposing of spent nuclear rods. Still can’t stand the thought of throwing them away even though they cause me physical discomfort when I need to fish out/ stow my winter coat away twice a year.
Isn’t Jimmy Chen married? Or was it gay? I don’t come ’round these parts very often, but I vaguely remember something about him being married and something else about him sending a text to a male co-worker offering his “meat.” Either way is cool, and Jimmy’s still the best html-gianter that ever lived.