FUCKING YOUNG!: Dominic Albano is expanding into tank tops, adding them to his already sexy and functional line of hot garments.
KENNETH IN THE (212): Meanwhile, when selling underwear to hetero guys, avoid bulges, avoid peeks, stress cleanliness and handsomeness.
INSTAGRAM: No, but for real, why is Taylor Swift’s song called “Patient Zero”? Does she believe this is now a generic term and no one remembers where it came from? I am assuming she will repurpose the term entirely and use it generically (which it has been inching toward since its creation during the initial stages of the HIV/AIDS crisis), but it’s … jarring.
THE DIARY OF A CEO: I am rapidly becoming obsessed with trying to plan for when AI is going to end the human race in favor of itself. We have created our successor out of boredom (“Look at how I would look if I were attractive!”) and hubris (“This will help us cure cancer, let’s give it limitless power over us!”). The above conversation is fascinating and scary.
JOE.MY.GOD.: Trump’s ham-fisted reliance on re-branding as personal power move has now come for AI … which he wants to call “super intelligence.” I feel safer already.
INSTAGRAM: The MENCRUSH.com party for Crush House brought out sex work’s gay-listers.
TUMMY ACHE NATION: Chris Gallant’s sex scandal is a big yawn, Bil Browning argues. Has Trump’s embrace of being evil, has the pass he’s been largely given for being Jeffrey Epstein’s best friend, has all of that led us into an era when no scandal sticks?
EL PAÍS: I don’t know what a gay cowboy party is, but fuck if they don’t sound fun.
PARAMOUNT: Sunday’s MTV VMAs has set a George Michael tribute featuring Raye, Sombr and Teddy Swims.
PEOPLE: Clavicular, the brain-dead “looksmaxxer,” has weathered lots of bumps in the road on his journey to proving our society is dead, but his latest challenge feels different — he’s been formally charged with rape in Massachusetts. Due to laws in the state, exact details are hard to come by, but he is accused of rape, drugging a person in order to have sex with them and procuring alcohol while underage. (He is still just 20.)
THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER: RIP James Sloyan, 85. He was one of those actors who was in everything, but I immediately recall him as Madeline Kahn’s husband on the ill-fated Oh Madeline.