and it is not hard, this week especially, to proclaim the greatness of rookie thanks to a brilliant little piece by hazel cills in which she mic drops and then gives you the best stare down of all time and everyone everywhere goes bananas cuz HAZEL RULEZ!!! check it.
'[on]...The Atlantic’s website,
Jake Flanagin took a look at a work of over-the-top campy fiction [Ja’mie: Private School Girl] and
posed, in all apparent sincerity, this question (about real people!):
“Why are young women turning into monsters?” I repeat: monsters. Ooh, scary! I’m sure we’re a big threat to straight white men who write for magazines like The Atlantic, what with all our dangerous
selfies and Snapchats and sexts. The article went on to wonder whether
the average viewer was smart enough to tell that the show is satire:
“Presumably, Lilley poses this array of amusing insecurities and
prejudices as a critical device, not face-value comedy,” Flanagin
sniffed. “But it’s difficult to say whether the audience can discern the
difference.”
As a member of that audience and a teenage girl (aka future monster), I’d like to ease his fears, at least on that last point: Teenage girls know that Ja’mie: Private School Girl is satire; it’s by Chris Lilley,
for god’s sake. Have you ever met a teenage girl, Jake? We don’t act
like Ja’mie. Just like how you, a guy in his 20s, don’t act like Van
Wilder.
Or so I assume (insert a thousand winks here).'
yes. seriously. yes yes, thank you. the rookie writers are consistently witty, smart, funny, bold, cool, and a zillion other great things. if i were a middle-aged man who worked in the journalism world i'd be scared shitless of rookie. they are the future, folks. and the future looks hella good.
i'm gonna go dance in my apartment after filling it with black balloons. peace out, internets!
and happy friday, teenagers.
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