"The haircut incident went on to become a popular-culture reference within other television shows, both comedic and dramatic. In the 30 Rock episode “The Bubble”, Jenna discusses how to get her hair cut and says, “But if I make the wrong choice, I could end up like Keri Russell, Felicity, Season 2.” When a girl pulls out her hair due to supernatural forces in theBuffy the Vampire Slayer episode “Where the Wild Things Are,” the character Xander remarks, “People are going all ‘Felicity’ with their hair,” while in the One Tree Hill episode “The Desperate Kingdom Of Love,” when Lucas walks up to Keith at the beach, his uncle says, “Nice job, Felicity,” referring to his new shorter haircut. Teen-aged Claire of the drama series,Six Feet Under tells her mother that she wants to cut off all her hair like Felicity, to which her mother replies, “Do I know her?” — Claire replies sarcastically, “Yeah, she came over for dinner once.” In the 2001 sitcomSabrina the Teenage Witch episode “Making the Grade,” animosity over an exposé she had written prompts Sabrina to ask, “[W]hy is everyone looking at me like I’m the girl who told Felicity to cut her hair?” In the Gilmore Girls episode “Here comes the son”, the character Paris, debating whether to follow her boyfriend to Princeton instead of going to Harvard, says, “Suddenly, I’m Felicity without the hair issues”.”
We What We Talk About When We Blog as Fast as We Can for No Money
I’ve challenged myself to write on The Tangential every day this year, and sometimes it gets hard to think of new ideas. I just thought about writing something called What Does “Healthy Relationship” mean, and I was like, “Hm, maybe that would work if was writing for Concerned Mom magazine.
But that’s the funny thing about writing right now, is we’re all writing so fast, and for little pay, and in mass amounts, that we end up expanding the genre of what some might call “hipster twentysomething lit” into a messy bunch of other subjects. And it can get sentimental, corny, ungrammatical, badly structured. But maybe there’s something a bit more organic about that sloppiness.
In marketing, we talk about the difference between striving for perfection and iterating. Making something perfet takes a long time, and produces a safe result. Iterating is fast and kinda sloppy but always measuring its impact and making minute changes to try again and again. Blog culture right now shows writing at the most iterative it’s ever been.
I might write something better if I sat in my parents’ basement for months crafting a novel, but writing fast every day and having the occasional piece of crap published has probably got me thinking a lot differently.
so, i kind of sort of don't understand the 30 days of average thing. can you explain it to me? i'd go non-anon, but i feel dumb enough not understanding it without everyone and their mother knowing it too. thanks
The Tangential’s 30 Days of Average is a messy project I started to satirize the many self-congratulating 30 Day challenges out there, like 30 Days of Biking, 30 Days of Drawing and the most general and strange of all, Good.is’ 30 Days of Good.
I try to write equally amped-up manifestos about the dumb, common denominator things we all do. Sometimes it might stray from this, but they all center on the idea of average.
today i was buying a handle of whiskey for the weekend (i mean uh, to last 3 weeks), and a girl next to me in a weird black beret asked, “rum and cokes?”
she was blonde and freckled and looked sort of like an innocent pixie. “i’ve never had whiskey!”
whoa. not quite that innocent.
"i just turned 21 a year ago."
ah, she was too young … to have discovered whiskey … in the past year?
"And the last whole year I was pregnant."
Without thinking I answered, “That sucks.” Felt sorta bad for not remembering that being pregnant can be a miracle or something.
"I was having my a baby for my cousin."
This made both me and the cashier pause. I thought, oh, she’s a weirdo.
Then I felt bad about finding someone weird who did the noble service of carrying their cousin’s baby for them. But still … she did give off a strong “weirdo” vibe.
Then I remembered hearing that pathological liars start conversations and then just spout off weirder and weirder lies because that’s what pathological liars like to do.
That kinda seemed like this girl! So, today I either met a real-life pathological liar buying Miller Lite or an upstanding young woman who carried her cousin’s baby and spent none of her underage years drinking whiskey.
The other day my co-worker caught me reading an article on Thought Catalog called, “Maybe It’s Time to Quit Smoking.”
"I’m so happy for you!"
Then everyone else at work heard and they were all, “Finally!” (No one else there smokes and they think I’m a giant smoker even though I smoke ~10 cigarettes a day, at most.)
I felt kind of guilty because I was just reading Thought Catalog, not like About.com or WebMD or anything. Wasn’t sure how to explain, “No, this is not a self-help article, it’s a moody creative non-fiction piece” so I just let it go.
But the truth is, I was kind of thinking about quitting.
Then I got real poor this week and decided to try it. I think the best way to motivate myself is to think these things:
-This is like giving myself a $50/month raise.
-Smoking makes me feel kind of dizzy.
-Smoking makes my lungs kind of hurt when I do it too much.
-No matter how addicted I get, it still grosses me out a bit.
So wish me luck.
Note: I will still be smoking when I drink. That is a fact of life.
My copy of Derrida’s “Writing and Difference” is studiously dog-eared and scrupulously annotated; there are excited check-marks of assent next to passages that I can no longer make head or tail of, and probably understood little better at the time. The sentence “Now, stricto sensu, the notion of structure refers only to space, geometric or morphological space, the order of forms and sites” is doubly underlined and asterisked—search me why.
I took a grad course in semiotics in college because I was really into language and symbolism, or so I thought. It turned out that it wasn’t really about linguistics, learning foreign languages or science at all. It was about European dudes writing insane, indecipherable but highly dramatic, pun-filled prose. I eventually gave up on reading the coursework.
I do remember thinking that Derrida was a lot easier to understand than Lacan, though.
Props to this writer for saying how mostly worthless this education was, in the long run.