Sir, you are under arrest for being a jagoff.

Only in Pittsburgh. Pigeons beware.


This is the story of Johnny Rotten

So fucking punk rock.


Deconstruction of textual convention, gender and agency, implications of language and useage

Where is the job market for being a pretentious literary asshole? I would like to be a part of that.

However, I cannot just walk into an advising office and say "Hey, I'm an arrogant, academic jerk who likes books. What should I do with my life?"

But really, writing ridiculous analytical papers is my only marketable skill.