It’s great to see media companies embracing the Tumblr platform. (One note: how did they leave out The Today Show? It’s one of our favorites.) We couldn’t imagine our online diet without the Tumblr community, and as an IRL non-profit community center since 1874, we appreciate good community when we see it!
YM officially supports non-profits.
TAN officially joins Young Manhattanite in officially supporting non-profits.
(h/t to The Man Upstairs)
biz markie: the original goofball. i talked to him about the friend thing once.
drake: a little too confident, but he shows enough all around vulnerability to be directed.
andre 3000: if michael cera was raised on the cosby show
Asher Roth: he’d have stud potential if he went more cera, less frat-boy.
Slug: i don’t really know Atmosphere like that, but by reputation
Q-Tip: Cera on grown up pills
Wale: Cera with more effort
Kanye: might be the Anti-Cera.
hmmm, this was tougher than expected. there’s not much of that self-doubt, emo-humility popping. WHY?
UPDATE: eyesdontlie reminds of kid cudi. oops, duh.
anyone else missing? i bet there’s no more than three…
Sharkey adds: Fat Lip? … I think he qualifies. world-weariness is part of the Cera charm, I think. I actually had Pharcyde on the list and thought, eh, it’s just a song or two. That also made me think of Butterfly/Digable Planets. Then I thought, oh, maybe this should be a playlist of songs that capture the Cera-brand of emo instead of emcees.
Little girls fall down and sit there stunned at the notion that they aren’t perfect.
(this never changes)” —(via kellyoxford)
a modern Negro fable…
There was once was a wonderful town named Uniqloville. It was an up-and-coming town, filled with vim, vigor and prosperity. The population was young, ethnoculturally diverse, and everybody loved one another and got along splendid. Well everybody except one individual: an older white man named Mr. Racist.
Now Mr. Racist was a foul-mouthed, contemptible human being. A mosquito-roach pest of a person who, most assuredly, neither You nor I would get along with. Whenever he spotted someone in town he would raise his crotchety voice, swearing and flinging the most despicable epithets in their direction. He was filled with hate, and over the years it became his only mode of communication. At a certain age he resigned to keep to himself on his farm, raising animals for food, and drawing water from his well. The townspeople of Uniqloville were a kind and tolerant group, but they learned to stay out of his way and ignore him.
And so things went for years and years.
Until one summer the kind and tolerant town of Uniqloville decided to adopt a young black orphan boy. Like the celebrities! And they would raise him with kindness and tolerance, mostly shielded from the prejudices of the world.
After a while it happened that one day the young black boy stopped at Mr. Racist’s farm. Upon his first encounter with the young black boy, of course Mr. Racist immediately showered him with a most withering storm of invective. But as a young orphan boy knowing nothing other than kindness and tolerance for others, the boy didn’t know how to be offended by these racist remarks. He found Mr. Racist and his scornful screeds to be a quirky amusement; almost refreshing in contrast to the humdrum routines of the rest of the town. And so he began to come by Mr. Racist’s farm regularly.
And every time the boy visited, Mr. Racist would denigrate him with hate-speech. Until one day Mr. Racist asked the boy,
“Hey, you lazy piece of dark dog doo-doo. Why do you come here so much?”
“I like you, Mr. Racist. You make me laugh.”
While Mr. Racist’s hate-addled brain could never express anything besides contempt, he was actually growing fond of the boy. After all, the boy was the only one who enjoyed his company. Everyone else in the town ignored or reviled him.