Change your twitter settings to say you are in the Tehran timezone, and change your location to Tehran.
Iranian censors are filtering by these settings to find dissidents, by doing this you can make things a bit more difficult for them.
hello, what is wrong with these so-called “dissidents” that their twitter settings say “Tehran”??? Don’t they fucking live in Iran? A better idea would be if we all started Twittering in Farsi. I mean duh.
Andrew Sullivan has been one of the most vocal advocates of a moderate, nuanced “appreciation of the shades-of-gray” approach to abortion policy, but he maybe should have hired a girl intern to screen those dubious “Personal Choice” first-person abortion stories he has been posting on his blog because I am pretty sure these ones are fake.
I still think the review should never have been published. It opens the door—especially because so many people think it’s so great—for Ad Hominem attacks on every novel, movie and restaurant review. Is there anyone less objective then an ex? What do I care if the ex of a writer is conflicted about the novel? It’s a distraction and it’s irrelevant.
Hey, Skybarn, you wouldn’t happen to be a dude, would you? If some editor had gotten Carl Bernstein to review I Feel Bad About My Neck in the grand tradition of Nelson Algren’s hit piece on Simone de Beauvoir in Harper’s… well that guy would probably be an asshole, but I’d like, totally click.
Crap Email From A Dude is back! And now on our brand-new Tumblr I am writing literary critiques of my favorites, starting with yesterday’s in which a lawyer emailed his ex-girlfriend’s co-worker after ten months of silence to find out how she was doing — and invite him to for a bout of “prowling/scamming/trollop hunting.”
At first glance Jared’s Crap Email to Tom, the co-worker of his former lover Maggie, is a somewhat generic — albeit rather distinctively stilted — example of the “subtle temperature taker,” which is to say, the studiously non-confrontational attempt to gauge the amenability of a former paramour to renewing sexual relations, a once-rich genre that has been glutted with mediocrities as the emergence of applications like Facebook, G-chat and Twitter has all but eliminated the barriers to “re-entry,” if you will, with regard to casual communication with one’s exes.
But awkwardness is merely a smokescreen meant to distract the casual reader from an aesthetic brilliance laid bare in Jared’s opening line: