Drugs? · 23 May 2001
Leah McLaren’s runaway train of fecklessness gains speed with a classic public blunder: answering criticism with clumsy denunciation, in this case imagining an archetype (well, reusing a cliché), one who
[H]ates other people for having the many things he lacks – success, confidence, fame, money, sex, charm, recognition, art, conversational ease, style, respect, drugs, a sense of wonder.
Gee, I have all those things, and still think she should suck my dick.
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