Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
I don't claim to be the ideal male feminist saint or whatever, and I hate to lecture people, but jeez, how hard is it to have some basic manners? Okay, I'm no saint on the manners front either, at least in certain areas. But when it comes to areas that involve me, a guy, talking to non-guys, especially in the midst of controversial gender-related discussions, I like to be a little aware of what it sounds like when a guy says things like the following to a woman:
Gene Kwak at The French Exit:
yeah. here's the thing. that magazine is solely my baby. i really don't give a
fuck if you and your forehead and your paisley wall get pissed.
Blake Butler at htmlgiant:
Sorry I started this thread.
Shut up and write.
Reynard Seifert at Amy King's Alias:
i’m sorry that it’s not the seventies and you ladies missed the revolution.
really, that would’ve been sweet. but i wish you would stop making tigers out of
Jereme at htmlgiant:
why is there any reaction looking at a list of “male” names in a journal? why do
you not have the same aggressive reaction towards other patterns, red and white
you people have such bullshit expectations. everything is not
the way you want it to be.
Yeah, now technically these are out of context. If you want the context you can click the links. Sure, some of these guys went on to "clarify" themselves in other comments, but it doesn't matter. Even if you have a legitimate argument somewhere, the only thing rudeness accomplishes is to make you look like an asshole. (I would know! I've made myself look like an asshole on plenty of blogs.) I mean, telling a woman to "shut up"? What is this, the "internet literature magazine blog of the 1850's"? It's mean, sexist, unhelpful, and it makes the rest of us guys look bad.
Also, why is it that guys are eager to shit-talk women on their blogs, but not, apparently, when the same pro-feminist opinion is expressed on a man's blog? (Hint! Hint!)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
We had to struggle with the old enemies of peace—business and financial monopoly, speculation, reckless banking, class antagonism, sectionalism, war profiteering. They had begun to consider the Government of the United States as a mere appendage to their own affairs. We know now that Government by organized money is just as dangerous as Government by organized mob. Never before in all our history have these forces been so united against one candidate as they stand today.They are unanimous in their hate for me—and I welcome their hatred.
gene did not try to push his bullshit ideology on you. he simply
constructed a statue of what he feels.
you on the other hand, have 14 assholes and a belly bulging with
why are you being uptight about this.
A lot of the commenters argue that "gender doesn't matter", just "good writing", that an editor is supposed to be "gender-blind". This line of (ahem) reasoning reminds me very much of conservative politicians who complain about "liberal activist judges", who say that a judge's job is to "call balls and strikes". (If you want to know why that's bullshit, ch-check out this great op-ed from a University of Chicago law professor.)
P.S. Thank you, Amy King.
P.P.S. from Daniela over at Pomo Expo: head/desk or htmlgiantfail (a cento)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A yearbook’s worth of rue poured into a one-sided correspondence, a laughline-laden entertainment that’s also an oblique political razz: Sam Lipsyte’s very American second novel, Home Land, came out across the pond in 2004, and only now appears on native soil. If it’s true that, in this era of our New Patriotism, stateside publishers balked at Home Land’s less-than-rosy depiction of the way we live now, perhaps it’s appropriate that the book finally emerges post-election, as divisions on the domestic front seem to widen by the week.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Reading the new issue of any poetry magazine lately feels like trying to eat a box of Triscuits after six straight hours of eating Triscuits
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Ted claimed he could run fast, at least in short sprints. Looking at him, you'd think, This guy run fast? No way. And then he did.
When the check came, Ted said he didn't have any money, could I pay? Coffee was a nickel, pie twenty or twenty-five cents.I reached in my pocket and took out some change. I had just enough."Why didn't you say something earlier?" I asked rather hotly. "I don't like it that you assumed I would be able to pay for you too.""Ron, shape up. Don't you know it's bourgeois to worry about money?""But I don't have any more money than you do.""So what's that?" he said, pointing to the change I had laid on the table."That's not what I mean.""What you mean is one thing, but what you're saying is, in essence, that you're a tightass."
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
On the other [hand], we pondered, we had gone twenty-some years with relatively hairy crotches, so what made us decide to get waxed all of a sudden?
Ate at Tom's Restaurant (the Seinfeld coffee shop) for the first time tonight. Usually it seems too crowded. Probably because it's the only diner in the neighborhood, as far as I know. At least the only one on Broadway. And who, when on Broadway, wants to bother to leave it? Anytime you're on an avenue uptown, the other avenues to your east and west seem like different time zones. You're hardly aware of their existence. Anyway, I sat at the counter at the diner. Have I done that before at any diner? I don't know why I don't. Chipotle has many stools, and I always use one. Tonight I immediately recognized that I like stools for the same reason I like apartments better than houses: you feel like you can leave at any time. With booths and houses, you're too ensconced, too settled in. A big reason for this is that your feet touch the floor. With a stool, your feet are suspended. It feels cleaner to eat this way. "Clean livin'!" he said to himself as he shoved another in a series of greasy fries into his gob.