"Those dildos never told me anything I already knew about myself."
"Comics spoke about the thrill of witnessing someone’s first takedown by Patrice and the suitcase full of dildos he brought hookers in Brazil."
- From that NY Mag Patrice O’Neal thing. Forget Patrice for a second - I would have given anything to have been there to see the kinds of cut-to-the-bone insults that suitcase full of dildos came up with. Talk about burying the lede!
“I’ve gotten several freelance gigs based on Twitter and Tumblr, and I think that’s how a lot of people find me for live stuff,” says Julieanne Smolinski, a columnist for XOJane.com. “I’ve done a couple storytelling shows and some podcasts. I am also willing to do quinceañeras and that thing where you go to high schools and tell people not to be like you.”
How about this: how about not liking Girls doesn’t say anything about me as a person? That it’s not about my misogyny or my comfort/discomfort with my own whiteness, or my jealousy of other people who are more successful than me? How about it’s just because I (personally, just me) find these…
Everything Joe Reid likes I hate and vice versa, yet we still like each other and are friends. It’s called being a grown up who is aware that none of this shit matters.
Tried to watch tonight’s “Revenge,” set in 2002 (which is like a “Mad Men” episode based in a time that I/we remember! Genius.), but when they played Wilco’s “Jesus, Etc” in the Stowaway bar, I had to stop and go look at and listen to this again (and again, and again, and again):