Like I don't already have enough brain rot from swiping through vintage Prada on Depop till 3am. Now some nerd in a Palo Alto garage is coding my petty grievances into Shakespearean soliloquies for his undergrad thesis. Sure, I'll take the clout, but can it also code me a discount on that Margiela coat at the Brooklyn Flea? Didn't think so. Fuck outta here with that shit.