anythingcouldhappen:

so i walked into the pitchfork party last night and honestly all of my darkest suspicions about pitchfork were like immediately confirmed. the first thing i noticed was the walls and floors of ceiling were made of stone, the office looked just like a medieval castle or the clubhouse of an ancient…

Clever thing, this. Though also irksome. I’ve been writing for Pitchfork for two years and have never been invited to even see the Chicago office, not even the outside of the building. But then I’m not a tall, sinister, impossibly handsome boy, either. Now I know.

I’ve only seen the current office because I made a point of sort of crashing it when I was in town to interview somebody for work later the same day. I never saw the Brooklyn office the whole time I lived in NYC. (P.S. I’m not particularly tall, either. The rest is all true. Of course!)