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Okay, so you know the old archetype of the artist and his muse? Well, who doesn’t secretly want to be a muse, really? I mean, when it comes down to it, wouldn’t it be pretty cool to inspire some hot, passionate person to create a work of art that reflects the awesomeness that is you? And all you have to do is sit there and be your fabulous self? Sign me up, right?

Or have you ever had that moment when you’re dating a musician and he plays you the new beautiful love song he’s written, and you think “Oh my gawd, this song is about me!” (a la the drunk girl from family guy)–until you get to the end of the song and it is, in fact, about a whiskey bottle?

Do you ever have that ex who thinks that just by the virtue that he made something, you would care? I mean, he’s feeling all these really deep feelings and expressing them and stuff, so it must be something that would interest you. And then this happens:

Screenplay in Rehab

Congratulations, you wrote a story about yourself. Now here’s a hint: you’re not that interesting.

I know, I know, perhaps I’m not giving this one the benefit of the doubt. I mean, he tried and all. And clearly I’m all about that expressing yourself achieving catharsis garbage. But seriously? Seriously? You thought this would work?

Seems like when the moment comes and that song really is about you, 9 times out of 10 you would have been better off writing it yourself. Then at least it would be your crappy song.


So guys are just harder to pick presents for in general, in my opinion. Women can get flowers, bath stuff, jewelry, but for men there is less of a blanket of obvious gifts. On his birthday–forget cards, watches, sports memorabilia–nothing says love and devotion like when she talks to her ex on the phone for a long period of time.

On Your Birthday

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Happy birthday, honey! I’m having serious second thoughts about you!


In honor of flying back home to NYC today:

NEVER MOVED TO NEW YORK copy

Really? Please. Just please.

In other news, this is the first TMXS update I’ve posted from an airport! And boy do I feel important, doing business on the go. On the fly? On the wing? I’m giddy with options! Or perhaps that’s just sleep deprivation. Anyways, home I go, and thankfully not to this guy.


Today we round up our March Madness Mondays with one of the most disturbing submissions I’ve received. Not only is this totally f*cked up, but it’s timely, as well. As the Steubenville  rape case just wraps itself up, so many of us are wondering, “How can horrible acts like this still happen? How is it possible that women and girls are still seen time and again as less than a person?” The best answer I can muster, particularly after reading this quote, is look to the schools. You know, those factories of peer imitation and role-modeling.

Who doesn’t want this high school teacher taking his/her daughter under his wing?

pervy teacher wm

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At least this guy seems to be in some level of distress for being a total slimebag. Do we blame the movies, for casting pretty little–excuse meBright Young Things to prance around as leading ladies? Do we blame the students, for wearing cute little skirts and totally asking for it? Or do we blame (my preferred inclination) this asshole for being a creepy pervert? If you can’t get through a work day without mentally undressing your students, it’s time to find a new job.

Ordinarily, I try to let the quotes speak for themselves. But as the submissions keep coming in, and some of them are so incendiary, timely, and just upsetting, I may find it harder and harder (pun not intended) not to throw in my two cents about them. Your discussion is heartily encouraged.


It’s the beginning of March Madness! And in honor of that, today’s quote celebrates the crazies. If someone ever says this to you in complete seriousness, get out. They’re totally f*cking creepy.Lose time wm