“In any case, my argument doesn’t say that there are no decent women comedians. … Most of them, though, when you come to review the situation, are hefty or dykey or Jewish, or some combo of the three.”
Reminds me of the frequent conversation I hear where people say there are few female singers or writers that they like. I confess, I used to say that stuff as a teenager all the time but this has totally changed.
I feel like the niches for women to get famous in have changed in the last couple years, moving away from the Alanis Morisettes and Helen Fieldings and into the Best Coasts and Emily Goulds. They don’t have to be “girly” or “serious” to get famous anymore, and that’s what was preventing women from being particularly funny in the mass media in the first place.
Also, wonder if this guy likes the Hairpin. Proof that women are some funny shit.
The teachers in my freshman Intro to Philosophy class introduced Peter Singer’s “Famine, Influence and Morality” essay to us by explaining it as the “Don’t Buy an iPod” argument. It was 2006 at the time, and in many academic-ish circles, the Apple device was considered the ultimate…
I love this. “The Giver” was probably the most powerful book I read as a child. I recently re-read it and it just boggled my mind. Any time a book store wants me to donate something for kids, that is the book I choose.
Second place: Possibly “Sideways Stories from Wayside School.” Deep, funny shit.
“Steve Marsh: I didn’t get to see Howl! It was only here for a hot minute.
Elizabeth Redleaf: It came and went, because Colin Covert didn’t like it. Everybody else did: The New Yorker loved it. The New York Times, Los Angeles Times. But Colin is the only film critic in town.”—
OK “Howl” sucked ass. It was one of the stupidest movies I’ve ever seen. Me and my boyfriend laughed out loud at the cheesy animations that accompanied the constant reciting of the poem. At one point, the animation showed a bum, naked, shooting heroin only to burst into flames and then turn into a cigarette. um? what? pretty sure allen ginsberg was about keeping things real, gritty and with a sense of humor, not about hallmark-level melodrama. Colin Culvert was right to not like it and anyone that did is a phony windbag. That’s how much I hated that movie. Not only was it awful, but it could have and should have been so good. That made how bad it sucked extra bitter.
“She might be 21,” Kenny says, “and one day her trust officer sits her down and says, ‘Here’s how it’s going to work. You’re going to get this many millions today, and this many millions when you turn 30.’ Then she’ll have to go back to college, and she’ll have to face her friends and her life as a wealthy person.
Giving out advice seems really douchey, like I’m saying I have it all “figured out” and I don’t have flaws. That is not the case. But that being said, there are two things I have figured out that I think repeatedly every day so I am going to share them.
If you want to be a creative person, a writer or painter or whatever, this is the major paradigm shift that will help you succeed: write what you would want to read, not what you want to write. Paint what you would hang on your wall, not what you feel like painting. This is really hard to do because these are self-expressive acts that can help you “get a catharsis” and it’s good to do that, but for the public, not everything you want to write is worth sharing. Think about this in terms of Twitter. You might feel like saying, “I am so sleepy! I need some coffee!” but would you ever want to read that? I definitely don’t follow this well, because it is inexplicably appealing to say whatever crosses your mind. But it’s something that has made me hit the “x” button a few times in the last few days. Try it for yourself and if it’s not something you’d want to read, put it in your top secret moleskine or something.
If you want the opposite sex to like you, don’t try so hard. This reminds me of something that my big sister Krissy once said, about life in general, which just popped out of her mouth while watching TV on the couch: “You know what I’ve figured out? You really don’t have to try.” she wasn’t referring to guys, but her general laid backness definitely got a few knocking at our door. When she was up for homecoming queen, the speaker asked “if you could be any animal, what would you be?” All the other chicks were like “I’d be a butterfly,” and Krissy said, “I’d be a bear so I could get fat and sleep all winter.” she didn’t win (some hockey player did, or something) but now she has a cool husband with a hipster mustache that my mom doesn’t understand.
While I’m obviously not advocating “not trying” in any respect, I do think that half of what people do to pursue the opposite sex actually turns them off. Wearing tons of makeup, writing love poems - who isnt a little weirded out by that stuff? Plus, the kicker is that people are attracted to indifference. Genuinely don’t care so much and suddenly you’ll be drenched in “mystery.”
I’m definitely no expert at love or scoring dudes or anything, but that is my main observation at the ripe old age of 23.
Should I start an ultrapersonal blog to be the personal blog of my personal blog?
Me and Ryan have received some relationship advice from drunk strangers this weekend. Both times he had interesting things on his head that confused the drunk person so they said things like “do you have dreads?” or “oh hey darth vader.”