RFK Jr.’s Coke Confession Is Unhinged

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Why?

I use to be a top tier party girl and at no point is RFK Jr’s behavior justifiable. Snorting cocaine off toilet seats, as in multiple times? This is dirty white behavior. You don’t have a portable mirror? A credit card? A fucking key? I’m just SO CONFUSED. Surfaces are EVERYWHERE and you choose a toilet seat? To crouch down and cut lines where people rid themselves of waste? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You’re a nepo-baby for Christ sakes. There’s literally no reason to resort to this. Via: TheDemocrats

Crotched Statements That Keep It Real

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Stay real with these hilarious, framed, crotched statements. Let me tell you, I fought my mom once in my life. Wasted out of my mind. Drinking directly after class, not a single meal and continued to do so at a model agency’s holiday party. A mess. Otherwise it wouldn’t have happened. Never having experienced being drunk, my mom didn’t understand the level of inebriation I was on, and pushed me without meaning to. I went flying backwards into the tub. Affronted I wanted to know why she attacked me. Fun fact: I was at the stage of zero coordination, flying across rooms.

My friends and I were so smashed we got off the wrong train and got back on it, thinking we made our way to the uptown side. In reality we ran up one set of stairs, then down the stairs across from them, on the same side of the platform. We literally boarded a different car on the train we just exited. The next morning I woke up surrounded by a plethora of beef jerky in bed, which I don’t even eat. Being that’s it’s ultra processed. Stolen from 7/11. My friend woke up with tubes of purloined lipgloss. At least their theft made sense.

Naively I thought there would be food, like EVERY holiday party ever known to man has. The only thing available at Lavo were martini olives. Which I devoured before being cut off by the bartender. Who made me feel like a pig and got tired of refilling the jar. When they say please do not feed the models, they mean it. Which frame is your favorite? Via: Vintage Shindig

Updated: 1/7/2026 1:08am

How To Weekend In Your Twenties

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This is precisely how you’re suppose to spend the weekend in your 20’s, especially early 20’s. Participating in chaos, dancing your life away, making outlandish choices, photographing it all for posterity. Reminiscing, I marvel at my bodies ability to recoup quickly. Sleep deprivation doesn’t exist in your 20’s, you’re a superhero, able to catch two hours of Z’s, work a double, and turn up again. It’s NOTHING.

Once you hit 30 that all goes out the window. Trust. A hangover will have you fucked up in the game for the entire day, if you don’t drink enough water with your liquor. You will literally pass out from lack of sleep. Cheap liquor will make you hurl. Don’t waste those years staying in or being demure, you’ll have plenty of time for that. Wild out to the max while your body can take it. I have zero regrets, I used that decade properly. Via: Felix Gonzales-Torres, DoubtMag & Tim Walker