Gary Shteyngart, Little Failure
I thought this was too long, but it made me laugh out loud several times, especially this story about his father, which left me cringing and howling:
he took my then girlfriend (now wife) to his vegetable garden, where he handed her his biggest cucumber. “Here is something to remember me by”—he winked, adding—“I am big. My son is small.”
If you haven’t read Super Sad True Love Story, I would start there.
Filed under: my reading year 2014
Kind of way bummed I have to miss his Thursday event at NYU…
It’s one of the beauties of the English language that different regions have their own vocabularies, but sometimes the differences warrant a “Huh?” You may have no idea what your friend from Louisiana is trying to tell you she ate for lunch, and you may be too embarrassed to ask, but it’s also possible that you ate the exact same thing. You just have a different word for it. When it comes to the American lexicon, variety is key, which is why we’ve put together a list of different words that mean the same thing across the country. English is confusing.
everything makes me want to freak out and throw up~~
la la la laaa
I feel like Cecil would be a pointlessly angry drunk. Like he just throws open the window and yells at the moon “HEY. WHO DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE, PUNK? Y’THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?”
And then he retires to the couch to pet Carlos’ hair, still muttering about “it’s just…up there in the sky all of the time, like it owns the place. Look at me, I’m the moon! Jerk.”
- “A Cat’s Guide To Taking Care of Your Human” [x]
I don’t even like cats and this is cute.
ughhh CATS PLZ
Sansa Stark meme: 1/10 scenes
“Sansa!” The boyish shout rang across the yard; Joffrey had seen her. “Sansa, here!”
He calls me as if he were calling a dog, she thought.
what I really love about this scene is that Sansa is trying to emotionally manipulate Joffrey into going to the most dangerous area of the fight. Don’t tell me she’s just a passive player, she picks her battles where she can and this is her shining moment of defiance.
Men want what they want.
So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.
But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.
i don’t actually hate people it just exhausts me being around them for extended periods of time even my friends it’s nothing personal i just actually like being by myself yo