It's not entirely surprising that people occasionally feel compelled to send me hate mail. This may, however, be the first time in Gawker history that anyone's been seriously offended by the To-Do List.

Just what the fuck IS spoken word?

Is that, like, not singing word or yelling word or kind of coughing/laughing word?

What if you go to a Spoken Word performance and the performer whispers?

Spoken word and Puma semen and Williamsburg and the Lower East Side and Tina Brown and Graydon Carter with his faggy flip and fruity little Perry Ellis shirt collars and F train ear scratching and Grande mocha chai skim half-foam soy macchiatos can all shove it up their ass.

NYC is lamesville. NYC is San Francisco. I should know. I lived in that fucking town for six years and left when I couldn't stand watching Asians blow their noses on the sidewalks anymore and when I grew weary of seeing slightly overweight white boys with LARGE geometric tattoos on their calves and wasted white girls with ambiguous geometric tattoos at the base of their spines.

Why the fuck does someone get a tattoo the size of a fucking salami on their calves?

Sincerely,
James

PS - I also left when I realized that San Francisco's restaurants close their kitchens at 10pm.

Bwaaa-hahahahaha!!!!