The First Rule of Pillow Fight Club is . . . Do not humiliate your friends or enemies with a sign that reads, “Jessica Graves is a Cokehead.” This would, of course, also violate the Second Rule of Pillow Fight Club, which I dare not elaborate upon.

On Saturday afternoon, hundreds of people with nothing better to do engaged in a mass pillow fight within Union Square of New York City. This ritual was part of the 3rd Annual International Pillow Fight Day, which hosted similar relatively harmless brawls in Boston, Budapest, Chicago, Copenhagen, Dublin, London, Melbourne, Paris, Seattle, Shanghai, Stockholm, and Vancouver. Crazy fucks.

Such sheer madness! In all of my pillow-fighting excursions, none of this feathery fluff has ever flown across the room. At first, I thought I must be doing something wrong, and then I realized my lifelong lack of a feather-down pillow.

On The Web: World Pillow Fight Day