THE ONLY POST ABOUT ARTHUR KADE YOU WILL EVER SEE ON POP CESSPOOL

After reading his Phawker interview, I can say this: There are many joys to having a delusional friend. Sure, it sucks when the asshole makes egotistical or narcissistic decisions that infringe on the logical flow of things or simply violate your sense of good taste. But true douchebags also tend to be pretty tough. Strangely loyal, even. You can make fun of them and fuck with them, but if they have decided your friendship is worth maintaining -- for whatever unfathomably narcissistic reason -- they will keep coming back. You can't count on them for anything, but their need for attention allows you to be exceptionally cruel, and they'll probably savor it, because your cruelty only means that *they* don't have to expend any energy being self-critical. You're a sub-contractor. Your compensation is the freedom to say whatever you want about that person, to put it on the record, to laugh at how accurate you are. The awesome asshole Arthur Kade has given this opportunity to you, and if you don't embrace it, you are a terrible friend.

Comments

[Mike]

I'm still getting over the lengthy article about Kade in Philadelphia magazine.

Sure, it's always entertaining to poke fun at a delusional attention whore, but don't we get enough of that on reality TV already? (I'd love to see The Soup take some shots at him.)