I'm a libertarian and a fundamentalist on drugs: don't at all care if you burn your mind out or kill yourself with them, but expect zero sympathy from me for your attempts to escape reality.

This little bit of defiance is good, though. -- Not that I read Reddit or Wired.

Condé Nast is a corporation that I despise sheerly by accident, just keep running across nasty little items about its expanding empire (they bought ArseTechnica, for instance). Their magazine of that title is elitist at best. The ones I glanced through some years back featured luxury goods, $100K trips to climb Everest, and detailed instructions on busywork for your maid. Just despicable.