Dear Mister Critic, Shut the F&CK Up!

Dear Michael Nagrant,

You are a douche. (With regards to your recent review of Meadowlark, we mean. You might also probably be, probably are, a regular douche, but we don’t know that so we won’t make assumptions like you would.) But, anyway, seriously, like who the hell has free time to spend five hundred and two words focusing on the light fixtures in a bar?  Don’t you understand, we’ve been curating this room for like two years, while you sit in your mother’s basement eating processed food, mouth-breathing, and typing screeds. What a loser!