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Ben Lerer.
If a picture’s worth a thousand words, this is exactly how I feel about Thrillist, written by Joan Didion. A bunch of quasi-hipster bros, who made money off of their homoerotic douchebaggery, each one trying to grab a as much of the penis compensation of Lerer that they can. Figures, as it runs in the family: his dad co-founded The Worst Thing To Happen To Liberal News Since Ann Coulter Went From Healthy To Anorexic, The Huffington Post.
Can’t say I’m not jealous, ‘cause god knows I love to make a good dick joke at the cost of my subordinates. Also, poppin’ bottles with brahs is probably more fun than we’d all like to admit it is (or as my Twitter feed blew up this weekend OMG THRILLIST IN THE HAMPTONS IS THE BESTTTTTTT), and also, it’s nice to have money, no? But it still won’t compensate for the fact that your product asserts douchebaggery like nothing else out there right now. So, you know, there’s that.
