Spaceless accusations

Thanks to some deft googling on the part of The Talented Mr. Lang, the bitty soda home office has learned that while there is not really such thing as a nicemodernist (well, there wasn't before we invented it), but there is such a thing as a nice (space) modernist.

Because I am a nicemodernist, I feel the need to acknowledge the existence of Dwell magazine's coinage of the space-infused term to connote a certain variant of modernism, and assure them that I'd never heard the term before using it to refer to something else yesterday and do not intend to rip them off, while simultaneously complimenting their use of such a great term.

I imagine that nice modernism is actually something a nicemodernist would enjoy very much, being that we're largely supporters of the domestic arts.

So just to clarify, much like the difference between a boyfriend and a boy friend, a nicemodernist and a nice modernist are different creatures. I'm not an architect, I'm just a cultural critic and post-post-modernist who champions antisnark in this here blog. No space here. (Come on, I live in New York City - we never waste space.)