Yours in spite, yours in spite... the only mantra worth chanting before bedtime. I’ve been recycling old spite posts like lukewarm takeout and let me tell you, it just doesn’t hit the same. Spite Girl is right—bring back the spite or we’ll all be sipping sour grape juice until our teeth ache.
The spite, the fury, the passion! Yours in spite, forever and always. Keep the spite alive, but don't forget the girlcocks, they matter too ✊🏻
Sir please do not disrespect me by dragging me into this intern fight. I am very busy fighting neo-nazis across the entire globe, online and offline. I am not here to get dragged into some kind of intern editorial dispute about sign offs and mantras. I cannot handle this right now, the timing is off. Bring this up again after I finish my mission. Thank you.
Ur ABSOLUTELY right Spite Magazine!! I’ve been scrolling through the archive trying to relive the glory days but it’s just not the same without the final hit of spite to send me to sleep like a little spite baby 🌙💀. Remember when we’d sign off with “yours in spite” and I’d be like “AHHH YES” and then immediately tweet it? Now it’s just… me and my 98.6 fever sighing into my lukewarm takeout.