• ofa-nv 2012 alum
• former intern at both a neighborhood development association & the u.s. senate
• former SEO copywriter
• BS '11 in business mgmt & marketing
• founder of a college art magazine
• amateur photographer
• occasionally a misanthrope
• zoidberg enthusiast
So these are my current tattoos. Ignore the gross photo. I have been thinking a lot about getting a new one, to honor my grandma jazzy who basically raised me and passed away in january. at first i was going to get her handwriting on the last note/card she ever gave me because it said “Thank you for making me proud to have you as my granddaughter”.
However, I’ve been thinking more and perhaps a better way to honor her is to add a flower to my tigerlily. Her favorite flower was a poppy. i could honor my other grandma (she is still alive, thankfully) with a bunch of lilacs. I think the oranges mixed with the purple though, would be a little awkward since they don’t bloom at the same season. having a nice little array of green leaves & foliage though might balance it out. Thoughts?
It always struck me that men actually might benefit from the “bumbling idiot” stereotype. In very many of the dysfunctional heterosexual relationships I’ve observed, men basically only work then come home and do nothing, and women do a majority of the actual work and men use this learned or feigned helplessness to get women to do everything for them. They’re socialized this way, I think. I married this very equality talking, sensitive, feminist-ally, politically correct kind of man and yet the day we got back from our honeymoon, my ex husband suddenly became an infant who no longer knew how to operate an iron, pack a grocery bag, balance the budget, take a pee without splattering the entire bathroom, flush the toilet, cook his own meals, return phone calls, put his own dishes in the sink before they turned moldy, or even drop letters off at the post office.
The bumbling idiot stereotype doesn’t hurt men. Men are not being denied jobs or health care or legal rights because of being seen as bumbling idiots. They benefit from the stereotype because it means that women do everything.
This is the sitcom staple stereotype (at least in the US), and I wish it would just go away. A wife having to act like her husband’s mother is not funny. A man constantly doing stupid things and lying to his wife in order to cover it up is not funny. A woman having a total meltdown because she can’t deal with her husband’s inappropriate behavior anymore is not funny. Enough. It makes both men and women look bad, and reinforces the idea that this sort of thing is “okay” in real life.
For years I’ve been somewhat secretly binging on arguments and essays surrounding literature, books, and the future of the printed word in the digital age. I’ve read howls of distress and songs of nostalgia and bright cheers of encouragement. It’s a virtual cacophony out there. But I’ve always sort of assumed that that cacophony was limited to writers and editors and journalists and those working or naturally interested in fields related to those occupations. Richard Nash’s piece — “What Is the Business of Literature” — on the Virginia Quarterly Review, however, has convinced me how wrongheaded that assumption was. He argues that a conversation about the future of the business of literature is a conversation about the past, present and future of life, full stop. For your weekend reading:
Walk into the reading room of the New York Public Library and what do you see? Laptops. Books, like the tables and chairs, have receded into the backdrop of human life. This has nothing to do with the assertion that the book is counter-technology, but that the book is a technology so pervasive, so frequently iterated and innovated upon, so worn and polished by centuries of human contact, that it reaches the status of Nature.