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hi. all i wanna do is listen to rihanna and an orchestra.

but also, there are things to read about wearing makeup like a deviant. pour it up, pour it up:

* how to be a ladyperson at the holidays

but all of this is really just to make you happy before you watch this next video. because this one hurts. it is powerful as hell. all we wanna do is take the chains off.



that's all for today, then.

today i read

 {durga chew-bose for adult magazine}

 

* the miracle of love streams

 

durga starts with a quote from cassavetes, and I will end with the end of it, because: yes.

 

"Finding tears coming into my eyes during stupid conversations is a miracle. And after so much of my life has been difficult, repellent, and a turnoff, I find that still being able to love is a miracle."
——John Cassavetes, Playboy magazine, July 1971

today i read

a new thing i'm gonna do here! pick the best thing i read from my collecting things-to-be-read-aka-instapaper. and then tell you. the blorg. what it is. in case you wanna read it. too. it is like today-in-tabs except instead of summarizing all the things i will not summarize and only give you one thing. and i won't email it to you. you'll have to come get it. here. but. you know. you get it. (i'll have original content again for you one day... one day.)

today i read:

the racism beat - what it's like to write about hate over and over and over
by cord jefferson

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{bitches be besmirching, am i right?! photo borrowed from hazlitt but embellished by me, obvi}

so. dude. goes all a dude on the internets.

* david gilmour on building strong stomachs

i especially like the bit where he tells his students to elsewhere to read women authors. probably there is a class that is about lady-writers. that should be kept totes separate from his class cuz his class is just about literature. you know. the stuff written by men. duh.

so then the internets is all 'ummmmm, dude. really? dude...'

* memo to david gilmour
* an open letter to david gilmour
* virginia wolf, beloved chinese author

and then dude is all 'A SADS, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, YOU ARE MEAN, INTERNETS, YOU DON'T GET JOKES AND CONTEXT!' (aka 'WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH'.)

* there isn't a racist sexist bone in my body

(quote woody allen. nice. cause he's such a charming non-misogynist...)
(also * how not to apologize for saying something sexist)
so the internets is all 'well, okay i guess, here's the whole transcript for context, but, um, you just look bad still, dude.'

* the gilmour transcript

and no one is surprised, and all the internets high-fives and dances to solange and is gladness.

happy friday, i hope he gets fiiiiiiired! (then maybe he and franzen can hang out and talk about that time the internets hurts their feeeelings.)

flowers

 

i am rather slowly working my way through this piece where snp & tao lin talk to eachother for a while, semi-curated by sheila heti. it is charming and lovely and also kind of hard to get through cause awkwardness. and flowers. as you know if you follow my instagram, i am all flowers all the time these days. flowers always flowers everywhere or i'd never survive this summer. but. anyway. snp said something about lydia davis (whom i will read soooooon, it's on my stack) that i laughed at a little as it is kinda sorta how i feel about snp.

i like that. quite. i've been underlining a lot in the things i've been reading lately. like maybe they'll help me fix this brain of mine. like maybe they'll help me know what to be doing. or comfort me in the things that i am not doing. (like. how should a person be? page one. haha.)

roommate-sarah recently explained my snp-feelings to someone who was trying to figure out what on earth i was talking about when i was talking about her. she called her my sorta-daemon. like in phillip pullman. dark materials. and i like that a lot. i should re-read that series. (also. me and sarahs, hey? i mean. i know it has to do with my generational-peers and whatever, but whoa. me and sarahs, sarahs and me.)

i wish i was better at reading. if i could be one thing, i think maybe that is what i would be. better at reading. faster. more capable of retention. (or i would be a singer in bjork's choir. alternatively. for my one thing. so maybe i could have two one things i could be?)