• We started out with discussion/slander of Bret Easton Ellis.
• bmarkey's takedown of the pansy-assed music trend.
• Then there was my hating on Guy Trebay. Ya hear me Trebay? Get a brain, moran.
• Here's Tom's evisceration of NYC. Bear in mind, he lives in Chicago, so whatever.
• There's my endless and fascinating nattering about Queens West.
• Somehow I convinced the esteemed Maud Newton to write about how she has finally found a bookstore she doesn't like.
• And saving the best for last, fresh from her European tour, Haitlin Louboutin castigates chicklit and its emissaries.

That post garnered a great deal of buzz, most of it being of the "ranting harpy" genus. I tell you what, between the blogs in my referrer stats and the blogs belonging to the commenters, I haven't seen this much pink since my freshman year at Bennington.

::rimshot::

Since I doubt I'll find anything to top that, I'm going to close out the first official #1HS Hate Week with a little ditty by Bongwater called Folk Song. Even though it's 15 years old, it's prescient as ever, what with Alphabet City's junkies keeling over left and right, another Bush in office, and an endless array of hipsters in headbands. But download it fast, because it ain't staying up too long. I've decided most of you assholes don't deserve the bandwidth.