Several readers found one post today to be, well, aggravating:
I looked for one of your awards to nominate “The Foundations of Morality” for, as it contained discussions worthy of some award. Since none of the awards fit, I’ll just nominate the whole thing as bullshit. Is that an award?
Not quite. But it was annoy-an-atheist day at the Dish. Damon Linker’s thoughts on God were dismissed thus:
It’s substance-free ass gas like this that makes me throw up a little whenever I hear the phrase “sophisticated theology.”
Make your own mind up. We came across some exquisite expressions of grief; and the crucifixion of the ego; the blogger who offers aesthetic critiques of dick selfies explained herself (not that she needs to); more readers spoke of divorcing members of their families (a thread of intermittent sadness and uplift); and someone turned T.S. Eliot into a comic strip. I have to say I don’t care that this photograph was photo-shopped; and loved the fact that Walt Whitman had a ninth century alter ego.
As for “epiphanies“, a reader writes:
I hope you don’t think this is flippant, after your thoughtful post, but it’s a joke I shared with my boyfriend who died 20 years ago, and he’s been on my mind lately.
Driving back from the beach, on a two-lane bridge, we came up on two pickup trucks who were stopped, one going each way, and the drivers were talking. (It’s a pretty sleepy little Florida panhandle town, so this was probably par for the course.) I said, “I wonder what they’re doing?” and my boyfriend said, “Maybe they’re having an epiphany,” which gave us the giggles. “That one guy is definitely starting to epiph around the edges there,” he added, sending us into fits of laughter. I still find myself saying that, “you’re starting to epiph around the edges there,” and no one ever knows what I mean.
It sucks when you have an in-joke with someone who dies and then you don’t have anyone to be in on the joke with anymore. I’m sure you know what I mean.
As a matter of fact, I do.
The most popular post of the day was Tumblr of the Day (dick pics, natch); second up was on male insecurities about our wing-wangs. None of that content was sponsored, I swear.
See you in the morning.
(Photo: A participant of the No Pants Subway Ride types on an Apple iPhone while riding a train on January 12, 2014 in Berlin, Germany. The annual event, in which participants board a subway car in January while not wearing any pants while behaving as though they do not know each other, began as a joke by the public prank group Improv Everywhere in New York City and has since spread around the world, with enthusiasts in around 60 cities and 29 countries across the globe, according to the organization’s site. By Adam Berry/Getty Images.)
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