Why do corporations speak the way they do? I wrote about the ancient
phenomenon of garbage language, for New York
A review of a wild novel, for New York
My top ten books of the year are here. Tell me what I missed and let's fight.
I spoke with the sharpest tool in the shed (Margaret Atwood) for New York
magazine about the past decade of outrages and insults and Kylies and cages.
An anagram of Rami Said Malek is "HEY MA, I LIKES DRAMA!" This is the kind
of arduous research I undertook for the GQ September cover. Please enjoy, along
with beautiful photos by Ryan McGinley.
Some personnel news: Starting this instant I am the literary critic for New York
magazine. How long will it take for me to get cancelled? Meantime, enjoy this
The shirt is back. Still made of cotton, still recycled, still soigne.
It's a federal crime to spray cheese in someone's eye and now you know.
Here is another helping of frivolous legislation, in a book review for the
New York Times.
The good news is we made a t-shirt. The bad news is that it sold out in a couple of
days, so there are no more and it is officially a relic. Some lessons learned from
making a tiny run of high-quality t-shirts: 1) the margins are terrible. 2) more
terrible than you can imagine. 3) but the high of seeing people looking good in
your shirts is, possibly, worth the numerous pains in numerous asses.
I did a neat little installation at On Air Fest. Visitors could sit at a small
desk and dial 1-833-POD-LUCK to receive a custom podcast
recommendation from a podcast operator (me) after answering a short,
relatively probing questionnaire. It was a delight.
I reviewed a book about a French sex addict for the New York
Times Book Review. Let's go.
I wrote a profile of St. Vincent for the new issue of GQ.
I contributed in a minor way to this project by A24 and the idea (which I did
not come up with; they did) is fucking genius. The horror candle smells like
being locked in a mildewing basement pre-murder. I, uh, imagine.
Reviewed a book about hangovers for the New York Times Book Review. Cheers.
If you are interested in receiving an occasional email from me with book
recommendations, now you can. Click here to sign up.
This is a purely recreational endeavor for our shared enjoyment. I learned
Mailchimp just for you!
I was tickled to create an installation in the pop-up museum Color Factory.
(Tickets available now if you're in the NYC region.) My installation is a
live-action flow chart, which you can see in the first picture below.
It is designed to make you Think and also to make you Feel.
If you have a chance to visit, please let me know what you thought and felt.
Evaluating a piece of art based on the identity of its author is deranged and
fascist. That, and a couple other subtexts, in this book review for the NYTBR.
It's one of our great cultural paradoxes that people hate being told
what to do but love reading advice columns. I reviewed Jessica Weisberg's
book on just that topic for the New York Times Book Review.
Escape games are life. The rest is just details.
We've entered the matrix. Our book is nestled comfortably in the
BRILLIANT / HIGHBROW quadrant, which is an honor and a
pleasure. Our next effort will be geared specifically toward the
LOWBROW / DESPICABLE quadrant. Count on it.
Snatch a copy of the New York Times Book Review for our back page special.
(Or read it here.)
Feeling less than fabulous? Turn that pout inside out and join me
for a chat and a vape with Donatella Versace in this month's GQ.
I wrote this month's ELLE cover story. The subject?
Kim Kardashian West. The pictures? Sexy "af"
The swag saga begins. Temporary tattoos (aka rattoos) for our
soon-to-be-published book are here. I'm pleased to announce that
mine is still going strong after 1 snowstorm and 1 punishingly hot
Step into my scullery for a soothing conversation about washing dishes and
therapeutic cookery with the wonderful Feedback NY.
Gossamer, the new green-lensed magazine, came over for an afternoon.
We ate jellybeans and sat upon mushrooms.
Happy new year! The new issue of Kinfolk is out, which means a new
puzzle by me can be found in the back pages. This one is sure to make
a "vas deferens" in your life. Find it wherever Kinfolk is sold.
A fun recent project: the Holiday Correspondence Aid. Take care of all
your seasonal communications with this one simple life hack! For
One Rockwell with the talented Ania et Lucie.
Domino magazine published a shocking exposé on our crime syndicate!
Just kidding it's a story about getting married. Find it on newsstands near you.
A bit of horny speculation on the future of driverless cars for a special
issue of the New York Times Magazine.
Just in time for the holidays, our Periodic Table of NYC Trash poster
is back in print. It makes an eerily specific gift for a certain kind of
It looks ravishing in a white frame.
A new issue of Kinfolk means a new puzzle by Molly.
Talked about hair bows with Atelier Dore. Need I say more.
A snippet of under-the-radar news: our book just popped up
on Amazon. According to our (otherwise very nice) publisher,
"nobody" pre-orders books anymore. How upsetting. If you'd
like to buck the trend, I would encourage you to do so.
If you send me a screenshot of your order, I will write you a
custom haiku in gratitude. molly beth young at gmail.com.
This offer is good for, oh, lets say the month of August.
This book is very good, and here are all the reasons why.
I wrote the cover story of this month's Allure, about the Muslim
model Halima Aden. Females are strong as hell.
This is what lifestyle gurus do.
Monogram does Playboy-style interviews with gals and
I talked to The Caret about my gadgets and internet habits.
(The SFW ones.)
6sqft visited our apartment and it was fun. Come in!
Molly: "Turn me into a glistening sultry pomegranate seed
of a woman."
Datura: "We can do that."
(The womenfolk of Datura came over and draped me in fine linens
and silks. Very nice of them.)
In the history of humanity, the vast spectrum of private weirdness has
never been so public. Here's what I think about THAT.
Just another Jewish peddler in the New World, grasping at the seeds
of mobility! Here I am at the Canal Street Market, where you can
now purchase the Periodic Table of NYC Trash.
I published a crossword in the New York Times. Here's a copy for your
New York Magazine featured our Periodic Table of NYC Trash poster in its
holiday gift guide. Neat!
Sotheby's wrote a nice little piece about the Old Master emoji. Read it to
find out which emoji is most beloved by their head of auction sales.
Our Periodic Table of NYC Trash poster is now available on Etsy, for easy
purchasing and holiday gifting. Enjoy!
Hyperallergic claimed that our stickers are better than Cindy Sherman's
stickers. Look, I'm not taking a side here. You be the judge.
Mentally, Bridget Jones is a teenager. Maybe a tween. I reviewed the new
book for the New York Times Book Review.
National Art Critic Ben Davis at Artnet wrote a very nice post about the lurid
backstory of our Old Masters sticker pack. Take a gander, why dontcha.
Another iOs sticker pack by Molly Young and Teddy Blanks?
How many sticker packs does one woman NEED? The answer is:
precisely two. Our second pack includes 30 stickers for
injecting flair into SMS exchanges.
Buy it at the app store for 99 cents.
A picture is worth a thousand words. A thousand words is
hard to type with your thumbs. We made an iOs sticker
pack of historical emojis to solve this problem.
The Wall Street Journal called it their "new favorite iOs
sticker pack" and it is available for 99 cents on the app store.
Go on, snatch it!
My partner and I collaborated on a post about all of our smelly,
unlikable friends for the New Yorker website. It's nasty.
Posters are available here.
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