Counterforce’s own conversational poet Lollipop Gomez pits Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton in a cage match to the death. Lollipop’s only allowed them one weapon each of her choosing and it’s simply: words.
Nothing has changed! The written word—the love of it and the power of the written word—it hasn’t changed. It’s a matter of fostering it, fertilizing it, not giving up on it, and having faith. Don’t get down. I actually have established an e-mail address, email@example.com—if you want to take it down—if you are ever feeling down, if you are ever despairing, if you ever think publishing is dying or print is dying or books are dying or newspapers are dying (the next issue of McSweeney’s will be a newspaper—we’re going to prove that it can make it. It comes out in September). If you ever have any doubt, e-mail me, and I will buck you up and prove to you that you’re wrong.
The author of my current read and the always wonderful McSweeney’s seems to mean business here. That’s why I might actually email him. (via)
“It took years after I’d graduated from Amherst to realize that people were actually far more complicated and interesting than books, that almost everyone else suffered the same secret fears and inadequacies as I, and that feeling alone and inferior was actually the great valent bond between us all. I wish I’d been smart enough to understand that when I was an adolescent.”—David Foster Wallace (via ogabriel) (via davidfosterwallace)
When the movie opens, one of the girlfriends (Parker Posey, hurrah) is trying to participate in the trivia game. Her boyfriend, Skippy, berates her for not saying “ding” before she answers, and tells her, to her face, in front of everyone, that this game is “not for her.” When the cafeteria worker, Kate, tries to take part in the game later, Skippy once again displays his sparkling personality by telling her to “excuse herself” so that the men can talk. Grover stays on the phone during the early portion of a hookup, and signs off with, “got to go sleep with this freshman,” and Max greets his about-to-be girlfriend, whom he has actually met before (back when Grover was trying to fuck her) with, “oh, right: you’re the girl.”
Um, yes! I am a girl! Glad to see you noticed that! And not, you know, my name. Or ANYTHING ELSE ABOUT ME.
I like Sady’s review of Kicking and Screaming. This part in particular because, and this happened, to me, a horrible misogynist terrible manthing asked me, on my first party debut as a girlfriend (same as Kate above), to excuse myself because he was having man time. I had never met him before and was trying to INTRODUCE MYSELF TO ONE OF THE BOY’S CLOSEST FRIENDS. right. yes.
later I found out he was discussing with his bro whether or not to cheat on his girlfriend at that party. right. again.
But the movie! It was good because it showed that this is absurd behavior.