So much diffidence and heartbreak: it’s the Make Out Club, a site for indie kids to get together and spawn. I found it kind of depressing – it’s what happens when you’ve got so many records that all your emotional responses are learned and you find yourself paralysed into a kind of contorted hipster position: hey really i don’t care, i’m an individual, but love me, damn you. Or of course you just write twee shit about what your favourite sweet is. Three thoughts: i) there is nothing wrong with American college students which could not be solved by lowering the drinking age to 18. ii) We should have personal ads in Freaky Trigger. iii) Never date anyone who owns any records. All these thoughts have their flaws, mind you. Link stolen from Sarah, again, because I am lazy.