ugh i love oysterrrs

[year-old draft i found when searching for something about rachel kushner, because flamethrowers keeps coming back to me, especially the art clubbiness, but that is another story] [using the word “story” loosely]

rachel fields on the agonies of dating and texting:

I didn’t care if he was a non-texter — and what does that even mean in this day and age? If you’re a 20-something urban professional who doesn’t text, you’re pretty much impossible to be friends with. For a friendship to exist in 2015, people need to know they can text “ugh I love oysterrrrs” at 2:15 p.m. on a Friday and get a response by 2:30.

I BELIEVE THIS TO BE TRUE