Mike Albo, our Gawker Underminer columnist, writes the Times' Critical Shopper column today: "I guess I was enchanted by A.P.C. But at some point, I began to feel a little imprisoned, too. Not necessarily by the lovely clothes, but by our entire era of perfect fits and meticulous hipness. Part of me wanted to just get naked and wrap myself up in the burlap curtain and scream." Mike. Honey. Is everything okay? Oh, no reason. You just seem kind of... not-okay. You know? No, I mean of course you look fine! Better than fine! Decent, even! It's just that it kind of seems like writing the Critical Shopper column is making you sort of... how do I put this. Crazy! Ha, you are so crazy! Seriously, though, you're crazy. Maybe seek help.
Live from the pages of The Underminer: The Best Friend Who Casually Destroys Your Life, we invited everyone's favorite frenemy to chime in from time to time on various hot topics. It's an enduringly funny joke—but ultimately, the joke is on the Underminer, don't you think? S/he's the one who's really so obsessed with status and validation. Once you begin to pity the underminer, you can never really be undermined again. Ohhhmm shanti.
Live from the pages of The Underminer: The Best Friend Who Casually Destroys Your Life, we invited everyone's favorite frenemy to chime in from time to time on various hot topics. That's right, The Underminer has a Gawker column now. But keep trying! You'll get one someday! You trouper!
Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find the top hats—