Raw Meat is a quoteblog by Aaron Swartz.

A proposal of marriage in our society tends to be a way in which a man sums up his social attributes and suggests to a woman that hers are not so much better as to preclude a merger or partnership in these matters.

Microsoft should have been able to pay someone enough to achieve a correct plural!

I’ve been driving around town
With my head spinning around
Everywhere I look I see
Your ‘96 Jeep Cherokee
[…]
I guess its just my stupid luck
That all of Boston drives that same black fucking truck

She’ll probably end up with a frat guy
She’ll probably get pinned while I sleep in the van
I’m sure she’ll be home for thanksgiving
I’ll send her a picture of me making out with a fan….
And…..

[your article] can’t be so long because most of the people who are in internet are the teenayers, so they are the onlyones who visit this webside and they only need a very short information and they don’t like read so they don’t read it if they see a so long articule..i recomend you to make a summary of this articule…..

You know what he used to call me? He used to call me his ‘little ghetto girl!’ We were reading the New York Times one morning a couple of weeks in, and he looked at me and said, ‘You don’t know what the IMF is, do you?’

I was an idiot. I was in the wrong. About the breakup. About the haircut story. About so many things with her. Anything bad she says about me I can confirm.

Wood said she and her children, two boys, discuss sex openly, “but not in a disgusting manner.

But TV has tech-bred problems of its own. The advent of cable, often with packages of over forty channels, threatens networks and local affiliates alike. This is particularly true when the viewer is armed with a remote-control gizmo: Joe B. is still getting his six total hours of daily TV, but the amount of his retinal time devoted to any one option shrinks as he remote-scans a much wider band. Worse, the VCR, with its dreaded fast-forward and ZAP functions, threatens the very viability of commercials. Television advertisers’ sensible solution? Make the ads as appealing as the shows. Or at any rate try to keep Joe from disliking the commercials enough so that he’s willing to move his thumb to check out two and a half minutes of Hazel on the Superstation while NBC sells lip balm. Make the ads prettier, livelier, full of enough rapidly juxtaposed visual quanta that Joe’s attention just doesn’t get to wander, even if he remote-kills the volume. As one ad executive underputs it, “Commercials are becoming more like entertaining films.”[^18]

What most of the people I know do [when they hang out] is they all sit and face the same direction and stare at the same thing and then structure commercial-length conversations around the sorts of questions myopic car-crash witnesses might ask each other—“Did you just see what I saw?