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We Aggregated Content from Other @FATJEW Interviews to Post our own Exclusive Interview

Making the final stop on his Aggregation-Nation Tour, we had the chance to speak to internet phenomenon Josh Ostrovsky better known as The Fat Jewish (@FATJEW for short). We met in a spa, he was half-naked both physically and emotionally, totally smart, totally gets it, just a guy who likes to have fun.

The Annual: Mr. Fat Jew, how are you?

Fat Jew: I’ve been doing moronic stuff

TA: How so?

FJ: I auditioned for the Jerky Boys movie. I’ve been ordering ridiculous things from the bodega guy for years.

TA: Before we go any further, there have been some serious allegations made against you lately with regard to the Lindbergh baby-

FJ: I like to think I’m a trusted voice of pop culture.

TA: Sure, but these are serious allegations pertaining to a legitimate crime.

FJ: No, [it wasn’t].

TA: You don’t think that the kidnapping and eventual murder of a child counts as a crime?

FJ: No, I don’t, honestly. I think of myself as a commentator, as an entertainer. I mean, my dad doesn’t exactly know what I do. He tells his friends I’m an adult entertainer, which is probably not the best thing to tell them. It’s all so new. For me, it’s about commentary. It’s about shining light on things that are chill and taking a piss on things that are ridiculous. I’m sort of a Renaissance man of pop culture. There are elements of comedy, but that is not the genesis of what I am. I’m a satirist. I’m a commentator. I’m a performance artist.

TA: So let me see if I understand this correctly, on the evening of March 1, 1932, you kidnapped the child of aviator Charles Lindbergh and Anne Morrow Lindbergh from their family home, as a act of kaufman-esque performance art? You kidnapped a child for the sake of… what’s the term? Comedy.

Fat Jew

FJ: No, that had nothing to do with comedy. Again, I’m a performance artist. I love conversation. That’s why this entire situation is okay with me in some ways — because I like discourse.

TA: Okay then…

FJ: It was 2009. I don’t think anyone understood the power of social media.

TA: I don’t think the year matters. It’s absolutely sick, you documented the entire thing on instagram.

FJ: Absolutely. It’s important to note that Instagram — social media in general — is just a part of what I do. It’s not the focus. I’ve got White Girl Rosé, I’ve got a book coming out, I’ve got plus-size modeling, I’ve got all kinds of different stuff happening.

Kevin Cole
(with a little help from Vulture and The Today Show)

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You Might Not Want to Go to Your Reunion

Last weekend, my college hosted a reunion weekend. I acted as a tour guide for all of the alumni and alumnae who came back to school for a weekend of activities. In case you were wondering about the difference between alumnae and alumni, I found it on the internet: alumni is the plural of alumnus (a male graduate); alumnae is the plural of alumna (a female graduate).

As I met a bunch of alumnae (because I go to a historically all-female school that eventually went co-ed), I couldn’t help but think that some seemed so much happier than others. Much more accomplished. As if their lives blossomed like flowers after graduation, while others just withered away.

Because I am a self-proclaimed film buff, I was reminded of a scene from “Annie Hall” in which Woody Allen’s sixth-grade classmates stand up and reveal their futures.

“I used to be a heroin addict; now I’m a methadone addict,” one student says.

While the fate of the women I met did not seem that severe, some clearly had accomplished more in their tenure out of college. Some became managers or high-ranking officials. Others balanced work with social endeavors to become well-rounded community activists. Others had started families and campaigned the importance of college to their children as they paraded through their old dorm buildings and classrooms. Others have cats.

I actually did meet a few alumnae who told me about their cats. While I love cats and thought this was a cute gesture, it made me think, “Where will I be in 20 years?”

Will I have a cat? Or will I actually have accomplished something worthwhile? Accomplished any lifelong dreams or desires? Finally appeared on television?

For that matter, where will my friends and peers be? Will I feel the compulsive need to compete and one-up my former classmates at reunions like I saw these women do?

“I have two boys in college.”

“Oh,” a snide voice responded, “Well, I have three in college. They all go to Columbia. You know. The Ivy League school.”

Yes, I had forgotten that Columbia was an Ivy League school. Thanks for the reminder!

I could never be this competitive.

Or could I? I already troll social media, seeing friends from high school post pictures and statuses that I do feel obligated to “like.” Then, I plan something much wittier or fun-sounding to post within the next hour.

So maybe we humans are, by nature, meant to compete. Is it in our blood, our DNA, our genes? For whatever reason, the reunion was as joyful as it was cutthroat. Or maybe it was joyful because it was cutthroat? I leave you with this Jarod Kintz quote:

“What does it mean to be the best? It means you have to be better than the number two guy. But what gratification is there in that? He’s a loser—that’s why he’s number two.”

Stacey Axler

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BREAKING: Local Team To Just Pack It In After Interacting with Fan Base on Social Media

DALLAS – A push toward an increased social media presence has backfired for the Dallas Mavericks. According to Marketing Director Brian Stewart, “All we’ve been told by new media experts is to interact with the fans more. So we started posting videos the players take at team meals and fun costume contests for them to enjoy. Last October we wished everyone a Happy Halloween, and posted a pumpkin with our logo carved in it.”

However, Stewart explained the team has not received the reaction it expected. An investigation into the Facebook post’s comments reveal the team’s supporters just wanted to stick their penis in the pumpkin holes and fuck it.

Stewart noted that whenever the team’s German-born center Dirk Nowitzki does anything—good or bad—he is called a Nazi. “It’s really not clear if our fans are pro- or anti-Nazi,” Stewart said.

“We also have an area where people can submit fan photos of Mavs stuff, but we haven’t been able to publish a single picture, because they’ve all been penises. Tons and tons of penises,” Stewart lamented. “One in a hundred will maybe try to draw our logo on the shaft, but that doesn’t make it much better.”

Moving forward, the team is working on a new plan. “We’ll either just close all team activities to the public—practices, games, everything—or we’ll just leave and maybe go to another city. It’s ridiculous we play here to entertain these assholes,” Stewart said. As of press time, every other city in the world also contained tons of assholes. Penis-wielding assholes.

Scott Travers, AP

This breaking news was originally published in The Annual #5