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Dear Kanye … in the spirit of rap therapy like “We’re All In The Same Gang,” I want to share a scene from the 1989 movie “Teen Witch.” This won’t be news—you know the power of hip-hop. This scene, though, really shows how rap can unite us and let us blow off steam without resorting to violence or caps lock.

Dear Kanye … in the spirit of rap therapy like “We’re All In The Same Gang,” I want to share a scene from the 1989 movie “Teen Witch.” This won’t be news—you know the power of hip-hop. This scene, though, really shows how rap can unite us and let us blow off steam without resorting to violence or caps lock.

—I’ve certainly disagreed with Sasha Frere-Jones in the past, but his reference to the single greatest scene in one of the more ridiculous cult classics of all time is probably enough for me to grant him the status of Best Pop Music Critc Ever.

You may have read by now the official lie about this treatment, which is that it “simulates” the feeling of drowning. This is not the case. You feel that you are drowning because you are drowning—or, rather, being drowned, albeit slowly and under controlled conditions and at the mercy (or otherwise) of those who are applying the pressure. The “board” is the instrument, not the method. You are not being boarded. You are being watered.

You may have read by now the official lie about this treatment, which is that it “simulates” the feeling of drowning. This is not the case. You feel that you are drowning because you are drowning—or, rather, being drowned, albeit slowly and under controlled conditions and at the mercy (or otherwise) of those who are applying the pressure. The “board” is the instrument, not the method. You are not being boarded. You are being watered.

—Christopher Hitchens, on the experience of being waterboarded.

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Yahtzee nails it. Again. Replace “web comic” with “blog” and you’re really on to something.

the week i had off from facebook was probably one of my best weeks in recent memory. i know it sounds absurd, but not being able to spend hours trolling facebook (during work, on my iphone, at home while watching a movie/tv show/talking to my roommates, before i dozed off to bed) left me with so much time to… read. think. run. write. do nothing. etc. in that week, i realized the extent to which i was addicted to this thing - my virtual world of friends and updates and identity molding… things that, during my week off, i didn’t MISS, but felt relieved to not have to deal with. when taken away from me, this thing i spent so much time with - my facebook reality (it pains me to have to write thos words) - felt so trivial, meaningless and inconsequential.

the week i had off from facebook was probably one of my best weeks in recent memory. i know it sounds absurd, but not being able to spend hours trolling facebook (during work, on my iphone, at home while watching a movie/tv show/talking to my roommates, before i dozed off to bed) left me with so much time to… read. think. run. write. do nothing. etc. in that week, i realized the extent to which i was addicted to this thing - my virtual world of friends and updates and identity molding… things that, during my week off, i didn’t MISS, but felt relieved to not have to deal with. when taken away from me, this thing i spent so much time with - my facebook reality (it pains me to have to write thos words) - felt so trivial, meaningless and inconsequential.

—Christine, who had her Facebook account overtaken by Ze Frank, on how little she missed the bastard child of Zuckerberg. [via Snarkmarket]