nate kushner is my new secret boyfriend

By now this is old news, not to mention all over the interwebs.  I just wanted to mention it here, since y’all know how I feel about plagiarism–that being that it is, at it’s very core, whack.  I’m saying.

6 Responses to “nate kushner is my new secret boyfriend”


  1. 1 Tony.T

    I was about to ask “who is Nate Kushner?” then I realised that not only is it in theinterwebs, it’s also in my blog. I must take more notice of things.

  2. 2 hungbunny

    Seriously, Vague, could you shag someone called Nate? It’s a ridiculous name. Even that bloke in Six Feet Under was a bit of a girly tool.

  3. 3 vague

    So, Tony, are you saying you don’t click on links people leave in your comments? Actually I just noticed that link was chez toi as well.

    And Hungbunny, you might have a point there. Alls I’m saying is, Nate is better than its shorter, wussier alternative, Nat. It’s also better than, say, Martin, Jared, or Dwayne. Yuck. Anyone named Dwayne is guaranteed to have three rusted out trucks up on blocks in his front yard, watch Nascar, and beat his dog.

  4. 4 vague

    I also thought that what this guy did begs more interesting ethical questions than, you know, that other thing that’s been in the news lately.

  5. 5 zerlesen

    It’s one of those phenomena that make you despair of the interweb. It’s very funny, the girl is irrevocably busted, etc. But then come the legions of commenters; some of whom are whining about the pain and suffering Kushner has inflicted on an innocent undergrad (asinine!) and some of them turning web-detective and phoning her school and so on (disturbing!), evincing palpable bloodlust all the while.

    And, hb, even good ol’ Nate Fisher? Especially, I’d have said.

  6. 6 vague

    Well, of course I agree, Z, about the asinineness and asinininity of the “Oh Poor Laura” commenters. And the creepy web detectives? Um, yeah, the whole interweb is basically a facilitator for unsettling stalker-like behavior. This whole thing is just a big shake of the ol’ carpet, jostling the freaky dustmites to the surface.

    Pardon me while I make a mess out of a metaphor.

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