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Men Who Attend the Museum of Food & Drink.

September 8, 2015 — Leave a comment

It is one thing to be gustatorily inclined, but it is quite another to want to go to a fucking museum about it. With the Museum of Food and Drink opening up in prime d-bag territory, near McCarren Park, all the “foodie” guys without dicks are going to be swarming around it.

Can't you just eat instead of looking at food?

Can’t you just eat instead of looking at food?

Not only does a “Food & Drink Museum” conjure images of like old ass moldy epicurean non-delights, it also screams pretension. Can’t you just eat instead of looking at your food and trying to “inspire day-to-day curiosity about what we eat and why.” We eat because we’re fucking hungry, bottom line. Or in some dickless “men’s” case, to find refuge in something that makes us forget we don’t have a dick. Maybe this is why most of the board of trustees for the museum are “men.” But one supposes it’s better than a Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding Museum.

Men Who Help to Open A Nancy Kerrigan & Tonya Harding Museum.

March 5, 2015 — 4 Comments

Using Kickstarter for anything is kind of embarrassing and, like, a strong indication that you’re either poor or sans dignity. So if you’re going to use it, make it fucking count. And if you’re going to use it as “a joke” like that guy who wanted to make a potato salad, and now, the guy who wants to co-found a Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding museum, make the joke turn into something worthwhile.

This is the ice skating element of pop culture that deserves a museum

This is the ice skating element of pop culture that deserves a museum

As any “man” (and god knows there are few) who appreciates kitsch will understand, the incident that occurred between Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding in January of 1994 (look it up if you’re too much of a zygote/mongo to not know) is the most mainstream version of camp in the ice skating world apart from Blades of Glory. If the “museum,” which will be erected in the hallway of an apartment building in Williamsburg, really wanted to dare to be different, the co-founders would have instead tried to raise money for a The Cutting Edge memorabilia archive. But no, everyone loves a dredged up scandal that seems just esoteric enough.