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‘For Such a Jaded Man He Is Very Cuddly:’ The Best of Nev and Max Catfish Fanfiction

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The true test of any celebrity couple is whether a gaggle of Tumblr-loving tweens has dedicated substantial after-school hours to concocting elaborate fanfics where they live happily ever after (or at least bone). There are countless pieces of Glee fanfiction on the web, and don’t even get us started on the creepy One Direction passages (“I Was Kidnapped by One Direction”). Read More

I Want to Live Forever

Faith, Hope, and Singularity: Entering the Matrix with New York’s Futurist Set

(Illustration: David Saracino)

The situation on Alyssa Vance’s couch would have been best described as a cuddle puddle—a tangle of hair-petting and belly-stroking and neck-nuzzling, seven people deep. It was Friday night in late June in the living room of her one-bedroom apartment at The Caroline, a “white-glove service” building in Chelsea. Ms. Vance, a transgender former Google intern with the lips of a Renaissance statue, sat somewhere near the middle next to her girlfriend, Alice. Snuggling up on either end were a neuroscience Ph.D. from Columbia, a Yale grad student in applied mathematics, and a redhead in from Berkeley who “sells drugs on the Internet.” Across the room, a row of white chairs laid out expressly for Ms. Vance’s 21st birthday party stood abandoned in favor of the handsy human octopus.

The Observer hovered near the drinks table. Next to us, a ponytailed programmer from Morgan Stanley nibbled on a family-sized Trader Joe’s chocolate bar as we both stole glances at the pile-on. Read More