Good God, we’re in a lot of trouble if people think that Amy represents every woman. Feminism is not that fragile, I hope. What Amy does is to weaponize female stereotypes. She embodies them to get what she wants and then she detonates them. Men do bad things in films all the time and they’re called anti-heroes. Amy may not be admirable, but neither are the men on ‘The Sopranos.’
It’s here! It’s here!
Is my blurbing game unstoppable or what?
BRING ME MY HATERS, THAT I MIGHT BENCH PRESS THEM
Slacktory officially endorses this book. I quote its author all the time here and you guys always like and reblog it. I am one of Mallory Ortberg’s many servants. (And disclosure, the blurb above is by the woman who lets me sleep in her apartment every night. Is it Mallory who brought us together? I state retroactively, yes.)
Go to this list of “Texts From” pieces, pick one with a familiar character, read and be bathed in the blood of our Savior. Then pre-order this book (from an indie bookstore if you’re truly holy) so you may be one of the first written in the Book of Life.
Because a Bitcoin transaction is verified across the many computers in the Bitcoin network, the record of this marriage contract will be permanent and public as long as people are trading Bitcoins. There’s a satisfying symbolism to this widespread mass of silent witnesses.
exact moment i fell in love with this show
Crowning moment of realism.
I love honest assessments of people’s attractiveness, which in real life are utterly divorced from the old sexist “hot/not” binary used in fiction clichés like the hot nurse, the battleaxe wife, the old hag (and rarely pointed at men). This scene cleanly deconstructed that binary inside the context of a show where women get to have realistic sexual agency. Broad City, Girls, Orange Is the New Black, and Transparent have all been dominating the more-realistic coverage of supposedly overworn tropes, all from different angles (and with far more than gender politics), and there’s no way it’s a coincidence that they’re all run by women.
Three cheers for Pig Pen Sedaris!
It makes for a charmingly local headline: Area Man Picks Up So Much Roadside Litter, District Council Names Garbage Truck After Him. Except in this case, the Area Man is the famous author and humorist, David Sedaris, whose fame is apparently (and even more charmingly) unknown by the district council and the paper covering the event.
Thrilled to have the vehicle named after him, David ‘Pig Pen’ Sedaris, said: “When I first moved to Horsham district three years ago I was struck by the area’s outstanding natural beauty but I was also struck by all the rubbish that people leave lying around the roads.
"I’m angry at the people who throw these things out their car windows, but I’m just as angry at the people who walk by it every day. I say pick it up yourself. Do it enough and you might one day get a garbage truck named after you. It’s an amazing feeling."
Don’t know how I missed this story over the summer…a chapter of his next book just wrote itself. The paper followed up with a “holy shit, this dude is famous” piece the next day. (via sedaris’ reddit ama)
now I have a second reason to keep picking up people’s garbage in Manhattan
corporate memes have graduated to the ‘cropped screencap of twitter’ aesthetic to sell sandwiches and I need everyone to please write this down in your meme history field guide notebook
This is not nothing.
I think we overemphasize the difference between corporate and non-corporate social media posts, because we forget that while high-paid executives often approve the posts or the general strategy, usually the writing is done by young consultants, freelancers, or employees who are generally more savvy or “typical” users. I bet the adoption of amateur techniques is often uncalculated, but simply lags, the way office fashion lags behind street fashion. The screencap aesthetic is just casual Friday.
Twenty-third Street wasn’t busy, but he kept getting trapped behind iPhone zombies, people half his age who wandered in a dream with their eyes fixed on their screens. He jostled two of them on purpose, walking faster than usual, upset in a fundamental way that made him feel like punching walls, like running full-speed, like throwing himself across a dance floor.
I can tell this latest story will be publicly successful, since I’m already getting misgendered in commentary on it. This has been consistent — before the public opinion can take me seriously, it has to turn me into a man.
Your job is to stay in love with your film.
[Setting scenes in strip clubs for no story reason] turns people into screen savers, and any sort of transgressive or titillating appeal has long since worn off; hell, even the “Oh wow, look at how sad and bored those dancers are” comes off as the sound of who gives a good goddamn. I have no doubt pole-dancing is an unfun and often dangerous career choice, but these scenes are cheap, reactionary commentary that fail to offer verisimilitude or any deeper truth. Yes, people are naked under their clothes. Grow the fuck up.
Source: The A.V. Club
I am against virality not because it degrades the online conversation, but because it increasingly attempts to manipulate that conversation with subterfuge.