“At one point during the [808s and Heartbreaks] session, Kanye wrote a song about how dumb all of T-Pain’s ideas were. He then proceeded, T-Pain said, to make “everybody in the studio join in with him to sing, like, ‘T-Pain’s shit is weak.’ ””—
What show is as deadpan-snarker-driven as The Thick of It?
I’ve never seen a show so dialog-dependent as “The Thick of It,” and I love it. “Veep” is a lot goofier, “The West Wing” was great but not funny. I don’t even need the show to be political, I just want something where everyone snipes at each other and gets caught in their own webs of lies. What do I watch?
God I wish I had the time and dedication to do the same. Slacktory published a really fantastic trailer mashup of “The Graduate” and “Star Wars,” but Paul Simon’s lawyers did a takedown because the audio from the “Graduate” trailer includes some “Scarborough Fair” and “Sound of Silence.” It was a real shame and a waste. Slacktory is for-profit so this would have been a harder fight, and I have no clue whether we could have won it. But I sincerely believe that if Paul Simon himself saw the video, he’d have been perfectly cool with it. I wish we’d had the chance to talk to his representatives before they shut us down. I wish there were more options in these cases than “accept your fate, you little shit;” “counterclaim and call them liars;” and “go to court.”
“That said, stereotypes aren’t so much about people totally projecting things that completely aren’t there but about people having a framework with which they interpret things that actually are there. It’s not that racism causes people to see (for example) belligerent teenage boys where there are none, but that a white belligerent teenage boy is just seen as himself while a black belligerent teenage boy is part of a pattern, a script, and when people blindly follow the scripts in their head that leads to discrimination and prejudice. So yeah, it is a fact, I think, that I was a bit off-putting in my Jeopardy! appearance—hyper-focused on the game, had an intense stare, clicked madly on the buzzer, spat out answers super-fast, wasn’t too charming in the interviews, etc. But this may have taken root in people’s heads because I’m an Asian and the “Asian mastermind” is a meme in people’s heads that it wouldn’t have otherwise.Look, we all know that there’s a trope in the movies where someone of a minority race is flattened out into just being “good at X” and that the white protagonist is the one we root for because unlike the guy who’s just “good at X” the protagonist has human depth, human relationships, a human point of view—and this somehow makes him more worthy of success than the antagonist who seems to exist just to be good at X. So we root for Rocky against black guys who, by all appearances, really are better boxers than he is, because unlike them Rocky isn’t JUST a boxer, he has a girlfriend, he has hopes, he has dreams, etc. This comes up over and over again in movies where the athletic black competitor is set up as the “heel”—look at the black chick in Million Dollar Baby and how much we’re pushed to hate her. Look at all this “Great White Hope” stuff, historically, with Joe Louis. So is it any surprise that this trope comes into play with Asians? That the Asian character in the movie is the robotic, heartless, genius mastermind who is only pure intellect and whom we’re crying out to be defeated by some white guy who may not be as brainy but has more pluck, more heart, more humanity? It’s not just Flash Gordon vs. Ming the Merciless, it’s stuff like how in the pilot episode of Girls Hannah gets fired in favor of an overachieving Asian girl who’s genuinely better at her job than she is (the Asian girl knows Photoshop and she doesn’t) and we’re supposed to sympathize with Hannah. Okay, here’s one more comment from the Internet that kind of encapsulates it. The kind of un-self-awareness of what someone is saying when they say they’d prefer I not win because I try too hard at the game, work too hard at it, care too much about it, and that they’d prefer that a “likable average Joe” win. This is disturbing because it amounts to basically an attack on competence, a desire to bust people who work very hard and have very strong natural gifts down in favor of “likable average Joes”—and it’s disturbing because the subtext is frequently that to be “likable” and “average” you have to have other traits that are comforting and appealing to an “average Joe” audience, like white skin and an American accent.”—
“You . . . must feel constant, unrelenting pressure from Denton, that sinister little beast that he is, always nipping at your heels like a tiny obnoxious dog (the kind of dog whose head could only be a fraction the size of Denton’s giant oversized pumpkin head). . . Nick Denton is basically Joseph Goebbels’ annoying little shitzu (sic)… When compared to the ferocity of Goebbels’ fleet of diminutive attack dogs, Page Six is now the slow, soft, fluffy, methodical and even sometimes — wait for it — accurate NY gossip rag. If Denton is Goebbels’ shitzu (sic), then that makes you Murdoch’s dobermin (sic) pincher (sic).”—
INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS - Sean Parker paces in front of this elaborate conspiracy diagram connecting Nick Denton, Gawker writers, Joseph Goebbels, Page Six, and several breeds of dog with varying implied sexual orientations. She’s holding a green marker, shaking it like it’ll spill the clue that links this all together.
SEAN: It all connects. I missed it before, Zuck, I can’t let the Forest Wedding Disaster happen again!
WISE MENTOR MARK ZUCKERBERG: We all missed something that day. Get some sleep.
SEAN: To find the answers, I need to fuck Adrian Chen.
“For a certain kind of highly disciplined, possibly Swedish person, the day comes naturally segmented into task-length periods of productivity the way citrus fruit comes segmented into slices.”—Emily Gould, How much my novel cost me
“That three-page menu, by the way, reminds me of a former roommate of mine who, when we were moving to a new apartment, packed all of her stuff in giant boxes, even though she herself was tiny. Then she carried a single lamp to the moving van and took a smoke break on the curb. After moving giant boxes and furniture all day, my other roommate asked her to put her arms around one of her boxes; they didn’t reach all the way around. My littler roommate had a sense of humor about it, but there was also a kind of “So what?” attitude, a sense of entitlement, as if whatever other people could be suckered into doing for her was just fine. (Please note: This is an adaptive strategy and maybe how people end up stinking rich? Or also how they end up losing all their money? Fuck me, I don’t know.)”—
How many of us have worked with people like this who seem to always find a new sucker to do their work for free? How many of us can never call these people out in public cause we’ll look like the douchebags?
Basically, a shitload of internet users are collaborating to play a single game of Pokemon, making their decisions via IRC (old-school chat) through two different control methods: Anarchy, where every command from any player is enacted, and Democracy, where users vote for the next command every 20 seconds. (There’s another system for choosing between Anarchy and Democracy.)
Within this structure, people have formed religions, fandoms, and fierce debate. I’ve seen the game mentioned all over Reddit and elsewhere online. And it’s just some people playing a really old version of Pokemon!
And this Reddit post explained it clearly enough that I, who have never played a single Pokemon game, feel like I understand what’s going on.
I’m one of those people who can’t stand the subway “It’s showtime!” guys.
I feel a tinge of sadness admitting that since I know there was a time when the idea of energetic street performers randomly entertaining me with vibrant dance would be thrilling. “This is so totally New York!” I would…