Unless something comes out this month that absolutely blows me away, here’s my Top 10 of 2013, in no particular order:
Haim - Days Are Gone
The Naked And Famous - In Rolling Waves
MS MR - Secondhand Rapture
The Neighbourhood - I Love You
FIDLAR - FIDLAR
Arctic Monkeys - AM
The 1975 - The 1975
Frank Turner - Tape Deck Heart
City And Colour - The Hurry and The Harm
CHVRCHES - The Bones of What You Believe
Honorable Mentions: Kings of Leon - Mechanical Bull, Local Natives - Hummingbird, Rhye - Woman, Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires Of The City, Fitz And The Tantrums - More Than Just A Dream, Eminem - Marshall Mathers EP2, Kurt Vile - Wakin On A Pretty Daze, both Justin Timberlake records
I Fuck, Therefore I Am
A few months ago I published a piece about a torrid, semi-relationship I had with a cuckold fetishist on this other website. Before the article went public, my editor sent me an email warning me not to read the comments on the piece unless, of course, I could take insults lightly. I was no stranger to shitty, nonsensical comments littered with the word “whore”. After all, I’ve been writing for VICE for three years.
The cuckold piece was as explicit as editorial would let me be. A writer I once interviewed told me that to be successful by the age of 25, you have to live your life as though you do not have parents. I have parents, and they learned very quickly to not read most of my published work.
I didn’t read the comments on my cuckold piece, but a friend of mine did. He gave me the Coles Notes: “The comments aren’t so much about your writing, but just people calling you crazy, a whore, or damaged,” he said. “They are telling you to get therapy. Also, LOL at five pounds worth of comments from people who gobbled your story up just so they could poop out their insecurities all over the page.” I laughed, because what other reaction is there? One man even went so far as to tweet at me and tell me how messed up I was.