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    this is what i’ve been reduced to. this is my level of communication thanks to all the gun talk. look what you’ve done to me

    this is what i’ve been reduced to. this is my level of communication thanks to all the gun talk. look what you’ve done to me

  2. To You Internet Misogynists


    First of all, fuck you. It’s always been like, you know, an irritating thing that you’d attempted to co-opt the language of feminism and other civil rights struggles to cloak your sexist ideas in bullshit like “Men’s Rights” and calling this sexist garbage “activism.” And for a long time, I think a lot of people like me were down with ignoring this shit because it was juvenile and stupid, but also because it seemed like this tactic was clearly the same as racists whining about why there isn’t White History Month, or homophobes trying to have a Straight Pride Parade, something that anyone with half a brain could see is transparently a way to prop up the bigotry of people who already control the balance of power in this world.

    But this Elliot Rodger mess brings up a way that this type of shit can affect people. Because, when you co-opt the rhetoric of revolution and struggle, it’s more than just “trolling” or some bullshit to make, you know, actual decent people angry. It’s language that can make a disturbed person think that defending bigotry is a legitimate struggle, that, in Rodger’s case, that owning and subjugating women is a cause worth killing and dying for. Because that’s what those words mean, you fucking garbage assholes, those words are for people who struggle from real oppression, to inspire people to sacrifice and never give up. The fact that straight white men have taken these words to rally around calcifying the bigotry that’s slipping from their fingers is truly disgusting, and now it’s more clear that it has fucking consequences.

    Fuck you, you pieces of shit, fuck you.

    Our ideas and words and actions can get people killed and, if my personal journey is any indication, it only takes baby-thought to trace the paths that lead there. It’s why I panic about every aspect of existence, but I really think it’s working out for me and, if not me, then the people around me.

  3. This was a real job. This was a big boy job. And this threw me for a loop: “Should I take this job? Is this my destiny? Am I the next great financial genius? Should I come up with a Plan B? Should I work in Boston for a few years and make enough money to have a cozy transition to New York?” Well, I have always had a half-baked philosophy that having a Plan B can muddy up your Plan A. I didn’t take the job. I moved to the city. I bussed tables. I lived in a basement apartment next to a garbage chute that was filled with cockroaches. And I could not have made a better decision.
    — Charlie Day, professional wild card, offers some advice to this year’s graduating class at his alma mater, Merrimack College. He also conveniently affirms my own Plan A. I’m not putting all my trust in Charlie. (C’mon, you’ve seen It’s Always Sunny, when has that ever been a wise plan?) But it’s always nice to hear that the darkened staircase I’ve chucked my future down also broke the bones of others along their way to success.
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Happy birthday, Bertrand Russell! The beloved philosopher’s 10 timeless commandments of teaching, learning and life.

thank you Bertrand Russell for validating my insane street-preacher ramblings


    Happy birthday, Bertrand Russell! The beloved philosopher’s 10 timeless commandments of teaching, learning and life.

    thank you Bertrand Russell for validating my insane street-preacher ramblings

  5. As a member of a zippier generation, with sparkle in its eyes and a snap in its stride, let me tell you what kept us as high as kites a lot of the time: hatred. All my life I’ve had people to hate — from Hitler to Nixon, not that those two are at all comparable in their villainy. It is a tragedy, perhaps, that human beings can get so much energy and enthusiasm from hate. If you want to feel ten feet tall and as though you could run a hundred miles without stopping, hate beats pure cocaine any day. Hitler resurrected a beaten, bankrupt, half-starved nation with hatred and nothing more. Imagine that.


    The members of your graduating class are not sleepy, are not listless, are not apathetic. They are simply performing the experiment of doing without hate. Hate is the missing vitamin or mineral or whatever in their diet, they have sensed correctly that hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.


    Kurt Vonnegut, god damn, wow, damn. In the past I’ve wondered if I should be angrier in my comedy, if it’s a more honest representation of me, because I do feel passionate about certain topics and I get upset at how obvious the “solutions” are even though nobody sees them but me. Each time I cut myself short because it actually doesn’t feel real— it’s too much effort to stay angry for long, and the more I think about a problem, the closer my thoughts circle around the typical conclusion of “nothing matters, just do you.”

    I’m not saying I’m good or bad for it; just that Vonnegut acknowledging the invigorating power of hatred is remarkable and counter-intuitive.

  6. No matter what age any of us is now, we are going to be bored and lonely during what remains of our lives.

    We are so lonely because we don’t have enough friends and relatives. Human beings are supposed to live in stable, like-minded, extended families of fifty people or more.

    Your class spokesperson mourned the collapse of the institution of marriage in this country. Marriage is collapsing because our families are too small. A man cannot be a whole society to a woman, and a woman cannot be a whole society to a man. We try, but it is scarcely surprising that so many of us go to pieces.

    So I recommend that everybody here join all sorts of organizations, no matter how ridiculous, simply to get more people in his or her life. It does not matter much if all the other members are morons. Quantities of relatives of any sort are what we need.


    Kurt Vonnegut’s commencement address to Fredonia College, May 20th 1978

    I don’t ever feel acutely lonely cause I can mostly entertain myself flying solo and reach out to anyone whenever, not to mention that my friends are magical legends of support and care and interest in my life. But I often think about how unfair it is that we don’t all live in a village together.

    Okay so maybe I’ll move onto those British sitcoms after reading Vonnegut’s bibliography. BUSY DAY

  7. If you want to know the God’s honest truth, part of my “eh” was coming from the unsettling thought of your passion for campaigns being once again exploited by this rather unfair, somewhat backward system, one that now treats you like it’s your responsibility to keep a show alive, like a corporation is doing you a favor by feeding you low grade opiate through a regulated tube. Like you owe them an apology when they can’t measure or monetize you to their satisfaction. You deserve better. I love you guys, and at its best, Community is me saying that over and over again, saying let’s get less mad at ourselves and each other and more mad at the inhuman systems that keep us down and divided. “Maybe it should have said less of that and more jokes.” Shut up, voice of my grade school principal that also coached and umpired softball because shrieking “steeeeeeerike” at children was his sole recourse to virility.

    Dan Harmon tells the fans why he’s not as fired-up at the possibility of resurrecting Community as they are. The second half of this paragraph is channeling Bill Hicks, George Carlin, Lenny Bruce.

    Dan: you get it. And this sums up why I’ve loved Community from first watch. There’s care in between the jokes. There’s understanding. It’s not just shoveling cynicism and bitterness down audience’s throats like so many multi-cam sitcoms. You gave us comedic characters that we wanted to identify with, rather than hold at arms length as an example of society’s worst. The conflict was rarely (if ever) about some angry main character fucking up and setting in motion a chain of events that fucked with everyone’s lives and made them yell at each other before they finally hugged at the end. It was usually about miscommunication, and how we can be overeager to defend ourselves thanks to a general fear of others and their opinions, and how that fear is a result of how much we’re told to fear; the reasons told to us by, say, sitcoms about angry people getting angry.

    What I’ve found in the real world is that people don’t want to do the wrong thing, and if it feels like someone’s wronged you, it’s usually possible to figure out how they were trying to right you (or themselves, or others). And Community was about that process.

  8. My own efforts to create a voice and a perspective on these failures haven’t really been about chastisement, or a certain set of assumptions about what the articulation that I’m critiquing should have been, or what the failure of it represents in the person, but rather a collective effort to build a feminism that does more of the work that it claims to do.

    Kimberlé Crenshaw on intersectionality, the term she coined, quoted in this article.

    The system fails and it doesn’t matter whose fault it is, so long as we do what we can to repair it.

  9. I was at Lake Tahoe in the late ’60s. I already had the mindset that when people wanted to interrupt to say things, the first thing is to understand what they are saying, and then respond as if you were really interested in what a person was saying. When you listen to that, many times if you stay linear with it, you can get rid of ‘em post haste. So I walked out onstage, had on a brown leather suit, and the shoes I had on were high-tops and had sort of like a dark brown mustard color. It was a midnight show, so the people have a chance to medicate themselves with alcohol. The room holds 750—Harrahs, Lake Tahoe, one of the most beautiful rooms in the world. And a woman’s voice shouted out, “I hate those shoes!” And because of the way I think—which is not to challenge, not to beat up the person but to understand what the person has just said and to remain linear—I said, “Madame, you are very, very fortunate, because these shoes will not be performing.” And, man, I never heard from her again.
  10. I went from people just thinking I was, like, a baby to people thinking I’m this, like, sex freak that really just pops molly and does lines all day. It’s like, “Has anyone ever heard of rock ‘n’ roll?” There’s a sex scene in pretty much every single movie, and they go, “Well, that’s a character.” Well, THAT’S a character. I don’t really dress like a teddy bear and, like, twerk on Robin Thicke, you know?

    Miley Cyrus, The New York Times Arts & Leisure 12/29/13

    For anyone who thinks my online presence is meant to actually represent me, please remember the mission statement: I’m just bein’ Miley

  11. I have thought about their remarks, tried to put myself in their place, considered their point of view. I think they are full of shit.
    — Nora Ephron capping her essay A Few Words About Breasts, which I obviously read because it contains breasts in the title. We are similarly obsessed, and I think it is fair to conclude a personal essay this way when it concerns your obsessions. Not that I’m writing about breasts any time soon.
  12. "There used to be this group of fans who liked to camp outside our apartments in New York, and about a year ago, one of them asked us for a photo in the morning, and I said hi to him, and later that night, he was outside a restaurant that we had gone to with some friends. That was not cool. It felt like he was following us. So we all got in the car and he runs up, yelling through the window, “Can I get your picture? Please please please?” I said, “Look, man, I’m usually nice to you about this, but we’re just having a night to ourselves, and if you can respect that, I’d really appreciate it.” He started bawling and ran off to his friends. Two days later, it’s in the tabloids that I was rude to a fan and made him cry and laughed in his face. It’s funny, because I greet a ton of fans, but the one I said no to ended up making news.

    Joe Jonas speaks candidly about his time as a member of his famous family. This passage highlights the stress that I think nearly all celebrities feel, a stress that the general populace handwaves as negligible. “You’re getting millions and record deals and girls, what’s the problem?” What’s that quote about being kind to everyone because they’re living their personal struggle? Also respect for that Lorde shout-out at the end, but Joe Jonas is (not surprisingly) making the same fatal mistake as the entire record industry: she isn’t “weird,” she’s fucking “savvy.”

  13. Zolpidem’s reputation for outlandish side effects may be inflated by gossip—by the interaction of medication and the Internet. Thomas Roth, the director of the sleep center at Henry Ford Hospital, in Detroit, who has consulted for Merck and other pharmaceutical companies, told me he has not yet seen persuasive evidence that there is more of this behavior among Ambien users than among the rest of the population (which includes drinkers).
    — Laughing both out loud & in loud at Thomas Roth, who, despite being director of a goddamn hospital sleep center, seems unaware of the subculture recreationally abusing zolpidem. There’s a webcomic character canonized by the New Yorker for heaven’s sake!
  14. "This past summer I was very ill. At one point it looked as if I might not survive. But the people who were at my bedside every day at the hospital were many of my life partners: my mother, Jackson, Dan, my brother Chris and Clare.

    Clare rarely left my side and called every doctor and connection she knew to help figure out what was wrong with me. It was Dan who brought our son to see me every day and kept him feeling safe in such a scary situation. It was Chris whose arms I fell into when I couldn’t get up. It was my mother who stroked my head for hours at a time. And it was Jackson who walked me through the halls with my IV and made me breathe.

    Whomever I love, however I love them, whether they sleep in my bed or not, or whether I do homework with them or share a child with them, “love is love.” And I love our modern family.

    Maybe, in the end, a modern family is just a more honest family.”

    This whole piece is very reminiscent of one of my favorite personal essays, “Love Is Not A Pie” by Amy Bloom. Both capture how I would like to feel about the totality of my relationships; romantic, platonic, familial, otherwise. It’s one of those things that makes even people who care about and understand me well cock their head askance when I describe it.

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    How did we evolve as a social organism to the point where we feel obligated to lend our support to underdog products?

    (via stryker)

    Strong question.