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For the last five years I’ve been a father, and I increasingly see the world from that vantage point. When Dash Snow died last week, I became so angry I couldn’t think straight; I just kept thinking of his 2yo daughter, like Heath Ledger’s daughter, and Kurt Cobain’s daughter, and “even” Michael Jackson’s kids. My gut reaction was that Dash had been a selfish, infantile fuck who had left his daughter dadless while the art world jacked off and came on HIS face as it looked up from atop a stack of NY Posts.
When Dash died, my first instinct was the desire to bulldoze his spot. I didn’t want him to be lionized for his death - I didn’t want to watch him get the same treatment that gave Heath Ledger an Oscar and put Michael Jackson back into the top 40. I’m sick of people selfishly dying and leaving their little girls to grow up fatherless; I’m sick of rewarding this behavior by making these guys into legends.
I wished there was something I could do to make him look horrible - to bulldoze his whole fuckin place so that future dads would be so goddamn scared of how they’d look if they pulled that shit - so scared of DESTROYING their legacy, rather than becoming more powerful than any of us could imagine - that they’d be too scared to listen to Lou Reed, let alone shoot up.
But I don’t have that kind of power.
"— The best take on Dash Snow’s death I have yet to read. Even if you don’t give a fuck about Dash Snow - and I don’t - this is what the Coolest of the Cool are doing in New York. The pinnacle of hipsterism is a low, low place.
