This week, the Nass investigates the future of art, probes at prosopagnosia, and contemplates a cure for heartsickness.
Fan-fic addict: “I know you're not into explicit gay sex, but I'm going to recommend something that has… a lot of it.”
Broke college students: “What if we sold Pickle Me Elmo?”
Bridesmaid: “It's gonna be the straightest thing I've participated in. She's fully marrying a man.”
Unabashed sadomasochist: “Did you ever play the game where you squeeze the lemons in each other’s eyes?”
Serious student: “Alright, enough messing around. I’m resorting to lo-fi.”
Consultant boy: “It’s not union busting, it’s strategic realignment to maximize shareholder value.”
Gay junior: “I don’t know. You just sort of have a gay face.”
Navigator of befuddled aspirations: “Yeah.. I was at a pregame last week and like, we just sat around and talked — there was no, like, activity…so I guess it was just like, a networking pregame?”
Person who has walked many paths in life: “I beat the former prime minister of Palestine at a game of trivia.”
Apocalypse Advocate, dreamily: “If the apocalypse happened in our time, we would barely remember capitalism.”
Race Theorist: “White guys love talking to Black people. It makes them feel cool.”
Student who's in over his head: “I make literary references so people think I'm clever.”
Girl: “All the eating clubs are bad…the Blackest music they know is Starships.”
Friend after hearing an acquaintance's name: ‘That sounds like a pornstar name for colonialism.”
Former Ivy bickeree: “Other than us, who do you think has the richest interior life?”