In the second half of the two writers' conversation, they chat class, politics, abortion, literature, Russell Brand, and orgasms.
Talking body image, sex, cat piss, and walking in on Damien Hirst taking a shit.
A close reading of the life and work of everyone's least favorite pop star.
My plan was to write about Drake using a lint roller, but then everything changed.
Because what's more relevant than having the face of a normal human being?
The revolutionary sex addict is the best hope they've got.
Let's leave Gwyneth and the Coldplay guy alone. Maybe "conscious uncoupling" is something that actually exists.
If madness means being knowledgeable, powerful and fucking furious.
They might be right but it's also depressing.
It's making me want to get offline forever.
He just launched a website that's exactly like the Mail Online, but more philosophical.