If there's one thing I fucking hate, it's whimsy. Especially in the hands of snarky Jewish boys with inferiority complexes and facial stubble. Of course the epitome of this is McSweeny's. I've never been one of those McSweeny's chasing girls; frankly, I don't get it. These are guys you wouldn't fuck in a million years, and then because they write fanciful prose for some web zine you're supposed to get your panties in a bunch?

I heard some of these McSweeny's boys give a little talk a few months ago. I meant to write about it then, but I was too annoyed. It involved some sort of slide show or video, but was primarily a public navel-gazing session. Seriously, whimsy sucks. I don't want to hear a little story about chasing Yetis, or things you can do with the horns of a unicorn, or droll little anecdotes about the craft of writing, and the ways that one can possibly butcher all of the above.

It was like a prep school circle jerk, masturbatory frippery. A group of young men so convinced of their own intellectual superiority that they committed the worst sin imaginable--they weren't funny. Not even a little. And why are they all boys? Aren't there trust fund possessing girls out there who were made fun of in high school, that want to make snide quips that no one will understand? Honestly, I hate writers. I really do.