Some female people read Cosmo or Vogue, but my tolerance for vapidity is awfully low so I have to read Daily Candy — fashion and shallow consumerism in doses small enough to inoculate me against, say, 10-page fashion spreads in Time Out New York without actually sucking any major portion of brain cells from my head all at once. Some days are worse than others, though. I think I speak for anyone likely to be reading this blog when I quote DB Weiss: In the unlikely event of an afterlife with presiding deity, the geek chic set will get theirs.
