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This morning my horribly, disgustingly cluttered cubicle and the unsolicited (and unwelcome) arrival of a book entitled The Insider's Guide to Cancer in your 20s and 30s had me considering taking the rest of the day off, heading home, and hiding under my bed with a jumbo bag of mini Butterfingers for the entire weekend -- if not month.
So it was the stuff of miracles when I happened up the Ends of The World section of the Boy Culture blog today while trolling the Internet for distractions from the doom and gloom hanging over my head (and mucking up my desk). The page is entirely devoted to and made up of asses encountered and secretly snapped with an iPhone by the blogger as he goes about his day to day activities. Here's a firm specimen on the subway. There's a perky one at the grocery store. Look at how he's filling out those jeans. Who knew a butt could look that good in sweat pants (or that people with butts like that actually wear sweat pants out in public?)
The combination of the humble page's voyeuristic nature, the randomness of the subjects and their locations, and the gritty quality of the iPhone photographs had me clicking and grinning so much that I've already forgotten about my pigsty and the batch of tumors that are probably at this very moment growing at an exponential rate somewhere south by southeast of my liver.
-- NOAH MICHELSON
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