Where do you bought that Ron Jeremy t-shit?
I lost it and don't remember
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Where do you bought that Ron Jeremy t-shit?
I lost it and don't remember
My new Tumblr
Mitchsunderland.tumblr.com is my new Tumblr. Follow it if you wanna keep following me, I guess.
Final Blog Post on This Blog
I haven't updated this blog in months. This is my last post on this tumblr before I create a new one. I learned how to write through this platform during my first three years of college, and I know how to write now. I need a new personal blog to reflect that.
I wrote this post late last night as I stayed up waiting to download 1989, the new Taylor Swift album. As I waited, I visited my childhood friend at her apartment uptown, where she cooked homemade Miami food. We talked about the last few years: boys, my parental issues, and Swift's Red.
I love her fourth album. My first listen coincided with a huge, life-changing fight with a boy, whom was, in retrospect, the first (and so far only) boy I have ever fallen in love with. As my friend walked her dog, I explained how each song on Red represented a moment in my troubled friendship with this boy: "State of Grace" (spotting him for the first time), "I Knew You Were Trouble" (drunkenly making out with him on a sticky floor), "Red" (feeling in love on a train to Scotland after a fight).
As I discussed the first few songs, I realized everything changed the last two years. I discovered I'm not biologically related to my father, I graduated and entered my 20s, my health dramatically worsened, and I psychologically recovered from a traumatic experience that happened the day my dad fell into a coma.
When I reached "Begin Again," the final track on Red, I choked up. My friend asked what the song stood for. My final day with the boy, I said, when he punched me, we never spoke again, and I decided to quit drinking.
I cried the night he punched me (I think at least; I was fucked up), but I'm glad my friendship with that boy ended terribly. Thanks to that experience, I was able to escape my inner Florida girl and become a good person. I began again, and I finally love who I am. That journey is what this blog was about.
Lindsay Lohan allegedly wrote down the names of all the famous people she had sex with, which led to a MEDIA FIRESTORM. The list may be fake, but which are the most impressive names on it?
Harry Cheadle and I ranked LiLo's alleged/probably fake famous celebrity conquests.
I went to Starbucks and Chipotle with a famous Ukrainian feminist exile to get out of my comfort zone, for a VICE article, but it ends up FEMEN activists aren't that different from celebrities! Feminists activists! They're just like us!
A Deranged Math Teacher Named Sky Smith Paid Me to Throw a Concert in My Mom's Guest House. Read more on VICE.
I never enjoyed Lars Von Trier or Gus Van Sant, but since the paternity drama erupted last month, their films have spoken to me more than anything else.
I see [gold medalist] Tara Lipinski at parties out here. I was in love with her [as a kid], and now I see her out in Los Angeles partying, and she’s a train wreck now. You peak so young, and it leaves you with nothing unless you want to be a coach. I looked into Disney on Ice, but you get paid $30,000 a year, and that’s like not even what you spend. I don’t know where the payoff comes except for the self-satisfaction.
I investigated how FIGURE SKATING RUINS LIVES for VICE.
Hi.
This has been the theme song of finding out my dad isn't my biological dad.
No Regrets
I read No Regrets this weekend. Here are the ten books that changed my life (in no order):
1.) Walt Disney, Neal Gabler
2.) Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
3.) Studies in the Renaissance, Walter Pater
4.) If You Have to Cry, Go Outside, Kelly Cutrone
5.) The Bible (I went to Catholic school; shit haunts you)
6.) Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton
7.) Dancer from the Dance, Andrew Holleran
8.) And the Heart Says Whatever, Emily Gould
9.) A Single Man, Christopher Isherwood
10.) So Much Pretty, Cara Hoffman
Hi Tumblr
I haven't used Tumblr in months, because I stopped writing about my personal life on the internet, because people now read what I write on the internet, and I would prefer not to go insane. During this time, I've missed having an outlet, but I won't be returning to writing about my personal life here. I have a google doc, and I am filling that google doc with all the chaos that has erupted in my life. That said, I miss sharing, because sharing is caring (about myself). I was on bed-rest and prednisone this weekend, having paranoid freak-outs and being unable to be productive because medicine is fun, and I watched several movies and read several longreads. I probably misinterpreted them, because I was on steroids, but I enjoyed them! Here they are:
Books
No Regrets (Emily Books pick January 2014)
Movies
Sunset Strip
E.T.
Young Mister Lincoln
Blackfish
Double Indemnity
Longreads
Why Ambercrombie Is Losing Its Shirt
What's So Alluring About a Woman Known as Man Repeller
An Exclusive Interview with France's Most Famous Dominatrix...
When LA Was Young
Death of a Playmate
VICE sent me to review Betsey Johnson's NYFW show. It was just like being on The Hills, and the clothes looked like Lisa Frank's vomit!
Empire is the US from roughly WWII to a little after 9/11. It was at the height of its power, its prestige and its economic worth. Then it lost a lot of those things. In the face of technology and social media, the mask of pride has been slowly eradicated. That empirical attitude of believing you’re better than everyone – that you’re above everything – and trying to give the impression that you have no problems. Post-empire is just about being yourself. It’s showing the reality rather than obscuring things in reams and reams of meaning.
My co-worker, Jamie Lee Curtis, photographed Bret Easton Ellis at his place for Nathalie Olah's VICE interview with Bret. It sums up why VICE is doing the best gay work on the web.
"The New York City Opera has been around for 70 years, but it's currently in some dire financial straits. If the opera doesn't raise $7 million dollars by the end of the month it won’t be able to present three scheduled productions: Endimione, Bluebeards’s Castle, or The Marriage of Figaro. Considering there's only got four days to go, and the Kickstarter is clocking in at $126,078, it’s doubtful this will happen. Regardless of your feelings on ladies in Viking helmets, it's ostensibly important to hold on to cultural institutions like this, and you should probably support them so that rich old people can keep seeing Tristan und Isolde—do that right here."
You can read the rest of my review of the Anna Nicole opera on VICE.