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Xeni over at BoingBoing originally broke the news to me about an article appearing in Forbes that essentially said that I should shoot myself now, as I'll apparently make any man unhappy by working more than 35 hours a week and making more than $30k a year. Watch out girls, I may have to turn to you for my pent up frustration.

As I pointed out to Xeni later, Forbes took the article by the little piggy reporter offline. Now at an attempt to have a good laugh about the debacle, they resurfaced the link with a rebuttal and a discussion form. Somehow, I'm still not laughing. The "rebuttal" is just a pathetic attempt at bringing a female writer down to Michael Noer's level (of mud). Instead of having (as some people call me) "balls of steel" and taking on the article and providing a detailed criticism, Elizabeth Corcoran just takes easy stabs at men. Overall, I think Forbes is cowardly trying to have a laugh and pigeonhole this debacle as just a silly gender catfight and nothing more.

Underground clubs interpretively predicted the death of vinyl. One day I will need to come to terms with the fact that I may only need one turntable instead of two, and a couple crates instead of a few. Somehow that still feels like it'll be a lonely day, but perhaps I'll take an alternative route to satisfying my illegal online music fix:

"Apparently, during the 50s underground clubs in Eastern Europe & the USSR would play pirated music from the West, but the only material they had to record onto were old x-ray films. Which produced some rather lovely looking results."

Via: Protein Feed