I’m Moe. I have spent the past two and a half hours now not writing this post, because I’ve already written so excessively about myself on the internet that it feels fairly gluttonous to do it anymore. Here is a story I wrote earlier this year about my “career” before landing this gig. I’m a Libra and a native of Alexandria. Last night I babbled something about how I would give up my abortion rights if we could establish ourselves a just progressive tax policy in this country and, while I was obviously drinking heavily when I said this, that is the sort of leftist I am.

I have little to say about culture war bullshit, except to say that if you agree with Camille Paglia about Lady Gaga you are a moron.

Also, I haven’t really lived in this town since high school, when you had to pick up the City Paper if you wanted to know who was playing the (old) (and fucking glorious) 9:30 club. The world was better in those days, as I recalled again when perusing bound volumes of the paper from 1995. Back then, you basically had to fund journalism in order to get laid, and the nation was better for it. I don’t have anything particularly uplifting to say beyond that, so I’ll leave you with the text of a “Missed Connections” ad I found in the issue that published fifteen years ago this week:

via www.washingtoncitypaper.com

Moe-down? No good. But the rest is - you have to click through to see the ad.

Comments

[nataliepo]

[this is good] I wish the author didn't note that she'd been drinking heavily the night before -- it's much more fun to feel her hangover vibes through the tone of her writing! (especially the mumbled snark in parens...)

[David Jacobs]

Moe's not subtle, I think because people don't realize how smart she is so she has to broadcast it louder than she should. She drinks because she thinks deeply and the world is a mess.