I’m really upset that I understand this show. I shouldn’t relate to these girls who come from parents who have enough money to support them in New York City, but apparently that’s what I’ve become and I kind of hate myself for it (I mean my parents still wouldn’t be able to support me, but that’s not by choice, like Hannah’s mom and dad). Plus they live in Greenpoint which is “Little Poland” and where I was so convinced that I would move when I was nineteen—they are actually living the life that I used to hope for, right down to the neighborhood. And now I’m going to be 24 in only three short years, which is actually terrifying. I can’t stand being so predictable. I need to, like, get married next year and move to suburbia, USA and just shock everyone.
But, I must admit, this program is actually hilarious. “You know what I’m going to do from now on? I’m going to ask people if they’re gay before I have sex with them.” Dialogue- so good, so much better than the cartoons like New Girl that are out there now.
Oh! and Jorma is in it, which alone makes it worth watching.
"Props for spotting that I mispelled ‘the silmarillion’. Haha. No one would have noticed, but nooo, you have to unleash the geek :-)"
For anyone who is still unconvinced at my boiling-over levels of nerdiness, this is a text message I just got from a friend whose dissertation I edited tonight. I could not be more pleased with myself.
song lyrics that are currently on repeat in my brain
"You know the way you look makes everyone hungry Are you a key to heaven’s door? Dye your hair suicide blonde, Dye your hair suicide blonde”
-The Weepies, “Suicide Blonde”
"You can take me on a cheap vacation I don’t wanna have expectations ‘cause you Could be the end of me And I don’t need a house on a hill A swing on a tree Grandfather Clock Porcelain for tea A garden With rose and jasmine
Gonna get drunk on a bottle of wine No better way to pass the time Forever by your side
But I don’t wanna be a bride Apologies to your mother I wanna be your girl And spend this life with you But I don’t wanna wear white You know it’s too late for that But can we keep the ever after?”
-Vanessa Carlton, “I Don’t Want To Be A Bride”
"Getting off the train To see a girl that’s sweeter than an apple picked from Adam’s tree Oh glory be! And I wonder if she’s been pressed against an unfamiliar wall And said to all those men as she said to me before
However much you want me, I swear I’ll make you want me more”
Nothing really reminds me of how poor I am like seeing everyone on Facebook posting “Paris for the weekend! ;) XD :) “
Oh Bailey, I adore you, but sometimes the people who go to Paris over the weekend have been saving up for it by working minimum-wage jobs since they were fifteen, and then they couldn’t even afford a hostel with a working shower. My parents helped me a little bit too, but to be fair, it was a birfday gift.
But I did meet some Stanford students who were studying in Paris and just hopping over to cities like Amsterdam & Barcelona for the weekend as if it’s nothing. Like for them, studying abroad is an obligatory trip that they can check off a list and later lament about it like it was some life-changing event, when they’ve written it off as a “little adventure” (exact quote).
I dunno. It’s so disappointing, in a way, to see people study abroad or travel who expect it, you know? They have that privilege, whilst I’m always conscious of the sacrifices that my family had to make to support my living in the UK (in that I devoured that savings account that I’ve been building up for the past six years within two months. On, like, food. And a phone bill. And a winter coat.) Yet living abroad, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. And I am utterly dreading the day when I have to go back to the States, but I can’t just up and transfer to an English uni, because that would completely break my family financially.
I really wish people like you would have more opportunities to explore the world; you know, people who are actually curious and legitimately deserve it (and would be grateful for it).
This was supposed to be a two-sentenced reply, and it turned into this bit of rambling mess. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I appreciate that weekend trip to Paris, even if I couldn’t shower, ended up ill, and didn’t have time to visit the grave of Oscar Wilde (…I have priorities).
The good thing about going back to the States, though: I get to see my old friends’ dumb faces. Including yours, butthead.
forgive the academic intrusion, but God, I love Bakhtin
"Degradation and debasement of the higher do not have a formal and relative character in grotesque realism. ‘Upward’ and ‘downward’ have here an absolute and strictly topographical meaning. ‘Downward’ is earth, ‘upward’ is heaven. Earth is an element that devours, swallows up (the grave, the womb) and at the same time an element of birth, or renascence (the maternal breasts). Such is the meaning of ‘upward’ and ‘downward’ in their cosmic aspect, while in their purely bodily aspect, which is not clearly distinct from the cosmic, the upper part is the face or the head and the lower part is the genital organs, the belly, and the buttocks."
-Mikhail Bakhtin. And Michael Scott.
Ever since I began my university education almost three years ago (!!!), Bakhtin has been way up there on the list of “dead Russian theorists who fascinate me.” Another tidbit I’ve learned: if it includes the word “grotesque,” it’s probably going to be interesting.
Maybe one of his crazy-ass theories can explain to me why as soon as some guy’s Facebook status changes to in-a-relationship, I’m like, “honey, please. You’re gonna be mine,” even though I was entirely uninterested (revolted by him, even) when he was pursuing me as a single man.
Why does this phenomenon exist? Why am I only attracted to men I can’t have? There has to be some sort of bizarre psychological explanation for this, because rationally this makes no sense.
“For the first eight years of our marriage, [Michelle and I] were paying more in student loans than what we were paying for our mortgage. So we know what this is about.
And we were lucky to land good jobs with a steady income. But we only finished paying off our student loans—check this out, all right, I’m the President of the United States—we only finished paying off our student loans about eight years ago.”—
When Obama was nominated, he got a lot of criticism for not having military experience. I think it’s more pertinent that he had the experience of not growing up wealthy and privileged in America. How can someone who’s never had to worry about money or loans create a fair policy about them? -Jess
"While The Lucky One is not a good movie at all, it does have the advantage of demonstrating that Efron has learned to emote inward, a little. Even when he’s been pretty good, which he was in Hairspray, 17 Again and Me And Orson Welles, he’s tended to express emotion by quavering gorgeously. Here, the quavering is kept to a minimum. The pain is more the ‘I’m crying on the inside; my tattoo and I aren’t too happy you had to see us this way’ kind of pain.
Believe it or not, the play Zac Efron is making here, the play he wants to make, is the Ryan Gosling play. Gosling, too, started out as a Disney kid (on the Mickey Mouse Club) and got his first movie-star moment in a Nicholas Sparks movie, The Notebook. Of course, Gosling had spent a couple of years in between being recognized as a huge talent in a way that has absolutely not yet happened with Efron, and there’s no reason yet to believe it’s ever going to.
His next big project is his starring role in The Paperboy, directed by Lee Daniels (Precious) and co-starring John Cusack, Nicole Kidman, and Matthew McConaughey, which will be at the Cannes Film Festival in May. It cannot be denied that that’s a lot better than a lot of people were expecting from him just six years ago, when he was a newly minted Disney Channel star.”
Okay guys, who knows how to get me my dream job of blogging about pop culture for NPR? I would be phenomenal at it. You know what? Fuck it. I’m going to start my own (well, another) blog with in-depth coverage and analysis of Hollywood and music and hunks and stuff.* Watch out, world.
captioned: Zac Efron feels something about something in The Lucky One.
“Oxford has been overtaken by the London School of Economics in a university league table published today. The ancient university was forced into third place behind the LSE and arch-rival Cambridge, which took top spot.”
First the Easter Boat Race, and now this. It’s a good year to be in Cambridge.