Brought to you by Sian Campbell, Madeleine Laing and Jack Vening.
A Review of A Certain Ex-Boyfriend’s Tumblr
— Sian Campbell
“Like, look, girl: I think you should date me, because I am a good guy, and I’m an alternative bookworm (it’s kind of my “thing!”) – like, I just am not like other guys! I don’t know even know who those other guys are! Haha! So, no big deal but also I post a lot about how Chris Brown shouldn’t just be beating on Rhianna and inspirational things Tina Fey has said. My favourite How I Met Your Mother character is totally Barney – I want to be just like him! Hey, why don’t I reblog five thousand vintage pix of pinup girls? Aren’t they so hot ya wanna get them tattooed on your dick? No, I mean, like, in an alternative, I’m-totally-against-sexualising-women-but-seriously-I’ve-had-sex-with-20-girls-even-though-I-told-you-it-was-only-4 way!
Hey so I know I just cheated on my ex a couple of months ago, but my heart has healed and anyway I’m never going to tell you about that so don’t worry gurl. I don’t want to worry you, you know? You’re just so precious that I want to protect you, like kill a lion in your honour because I can do that because I totally lift. I mean, hey, I know you can protect yourself babe. I love strong gals, in a strong-women-are-so-fucking-sexy-when-they’re-wearing-low-cut-uniforms-and-featuring-in-sci-fi-shows-and-video-games way. Hey if you have some free time, you should text me some nudes. I know that sounds like a douchey thing to ask but it’s okay because I’m your favourite feminist ally! Okay, maybe I laugh when my buddies objectify you but more than that, I believe you should own property also I think gay people should get married and I reblogged that important feminist article that I saw all the tens of thousands of girls I don’t know that I follow on tumblr post. I have a soul, you know? If you need any references, I’ve got you covered cos I’m totes a serial monogamist! I’ve been in SO MANY RELATIONSHIPS! I CAN’T HELP MYSELF! THEY CAN’T HELP THEMSELVES! I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW IT HAPPENS I’M JUST LOOKING FOR LOVE? Look through my archives and suss all my past loves out for yourself if you’re insecure. Don’t pay any attention to all those “Can’t wait to spend time with my boo!” posts, really. I can’t wait to spend time with YOU! Hey did I mention you are a beautiful vision? :)”
No stars or any form of kudos for you glen coco I think you’ve given yourself enough hey.
Friends Going Away
— Madeleine Laing
Michael and Nina, close friends of mine and a lot of other people, are moving to Berlin. To wear fashionable mittens and live in fashionable poverty and generally be cooler than the rest of us back here in Shittown, AUS. So we gather, on one of those grateful days between the paralyzing heat and unending rain that have bookended this summer, to drink beers in a park like it’s someone’s birthday, though it’s not, and say goodbye, except we don’t. Not yet. That takes place several nights later, on Michael and Nina’s last night in Brisbane, where I find myself at Ric’s, crying, mute and embarrassed, trying to tell these people how much they’ve meant to me without being weird, while drunker people have obnoxiously loud fun unfettered by goodbyes. But now we’re just drinking beers in the park and hiding cigarette butts in the long green grass, moving inch by inch as we follow the shade of a tree I don’t know the name of. Josh takes pictures with a Polaroid and we take pictures of those pictures with our phones to put on Instagram. Dan takes a piss in the bushes and comments on how weird it is pissing in a bush while you can hear an ice-cream van. We agree that yes, this would be odd. I see a boy with a mohawk doing heroin up against a tree.
As the sun saunters off, we head to the nearby Merthyr Bowls Club where an old guy, whose belly is more pint than pot, tells us how to play bowls. Even though most of us have done it before on work trips. James makes a bowls in-joke and Dan says that he has never wanted to hit James more than in this moment and we agree that yes, this would be justified. We play bowls and it’s fun and James and Dan and Alex are alright and the rest of us are various levels of terrible. My team wins but no one buys us any drinks. Then Michael’s older brother, who happens to be my high school head of house and English teacher (because that kind of small-world shit is constant in this town), decides that he wants to play and, out of some kind of misplaced camaraderie, wants me to be on his team. What follows is twenty minutes of what I’m sure is meant to be encouraging support, as he eggs me on in a voice that is far too loud for someone never more than a metre away, but it gives me so many school Sports Day flashbacks that have to repeat “I’manadult I’manadult I’manadult I’manadult” over and over in my head to stop from going fetal in the middle of the lawn. I escape before my nerves give way completely and retire to the metal bench and bucket that serves as a smoking area and posit that maybe we should get out of here. After an hour of what is more like herding cockroaches than cats, we all make it outside and to Jess and Chester’s house, where I drink a champagne cocktail that is big enough to make me forget I hate champagne and play Just Dance and lose at that as well. I leave early to get the train because I spent all my cab money on beer.
FRIENDS MOVING AWAY: NO STARS. EVERYONE STOP RIGHT NOW.
BOWLS: ★★★ wish I was drunker.
— Jack Vening
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