There’s contrarian opinions — basically everything ever posted on Slate — and then there’s what Miles Klee is doing. Take this doozy on the bona-fide deliciousness of *checks notes* human sweat. Sure, it nauseates you at first, but then you read it, and you’re all like, “Hey, that makes some sense in a bizarre, kinda hot, kinda sexy, hysterically funny way,” and it all makes sense.
Or, you just state the obvious:
It feels like every writer for MEL is a disaster and none more so than @MilesKlee. He's like if your unbridled id got the courts to emancipate it then it took a writing gig. 15/10 https://t.co/EYS70ydzVt
— Benji Bright (@benji_bright) May 19, 2020
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