My RSS is for the sites, blogs, and Tumblrs that I want to read in full, usually fashion stuff. I love Into the Gloss, a fashiony beauty blog, which is perfectly done. The Man Repeller is cute. I read most of the Opening Ceremony blog, and I check out almost every post on The Coveteur. Blog-wise, I love everything posted by Cord Jefferson, Alex Balk, Rich Juzwiak, Jay Smooth, Foster Kamer, Julianne Escobedo Shepherd, Natasha Vargas-Cooper, Sean Fennessey, Kara Jesella, Max Silvestri, Aaron Leaf.
I don’t read any sites that have asked me to write for them and then told me they “can’t” pay me. I don’t usually read Pitchfork or any other nerd-specific sites unless I have a really promising link. I was a music writer when I started, and am still shivering from the experience. I don’t read any salty, gossipy stuff online, unless it’s about someone I know. It’s a short ride from a quick look at a meme or a Perez post to the darkest Internet-ether.
Despite all this, I spend a lot, a lot of time on YouTube. I don’t consider music or music videos something I have to “save” because I use them in the moment, for a push or a break. I usually watch the same videos over and over until I’m sort of drugged by them. The most recent of these was/is Christina Aguilera’s “Your Body.” If I’m at home/alone I sing along, poorly.
Nothing is more meaningful to me than a print product. Lately, I’ve been saving and stacking up everything and then hitting it all at once, once a week, the same way I do my Internet-reading. I subscribe to the Globe and Mail (the Canadian paper of record), the National Post, and The Times. I usually spend Sunday mornings totally blissed out, with a coffee, inside a mountain of newspapers and their magazines.
I consistently buy The New Yorker; The Atlantic; Harper’s; Vanity Fair; Interview; British and American Vogue; the British, American and Canadian editions of ELLE; Flare; Fashion; Glamour; New York Magazine, Los Angeles magazine, and Toronto Life; BookForum. Vice sends me a couple copies of the issue every month; I always pick up copies of The Grid when I’m in the office. I just started buying Variety and The Hollywood Reporter because I’m almost done with a screenplay and starting to panic about knowing things. I like those heavy, weird British fashion magazines. I read Women’s Wear Daily sometimes but for, like, no reason at all. I always pick up a Village Voice or L.A. Weekly or the local weekly when I’m traveling. Once a year I buy a cooking or decorating magazine and then remember I am way too young and cool to be doing that. Juuust kidding. No I’m not. I feel like becoming a writer economically justified the many magazines that I bought in my teens and twenties. I still have every Sassy, every Jane, every VICE.
I only look at Tumblr once a week but will spend several hours on it when I do. I love Instagram. I use it just whenever I’m compelled, like when I was running and saw a bench that had “A REAL HUMUN BEING” [sic] scrawled on it. I used to Gchat a lot, and still do occasionally when it’s more efficient than email, but I’m often invisible. Ever since I got into Emojis I prefer to text my friends, anyway. I’ll do a stream of Emojis to tell a little story; everybody loves it, especially people without iPhones.