tonight’s panel of white men talking about the internet was an exercise in masculine melancholy: sadness over surveillance; the lament that “google just gives you access to your own shit…it just gives you you”; obituaries for the undone histories of the web.
finally the girl sitting next to me—who was also wearing a hello kitty sweatshirt, a plaid kilt, and a headband with a bow—raised her hand and accused the group of talking only about “the internet they remember, not the internet as it is now.” “i don’t know how old you are, but i can guess,” she added. she said that maybe the reason scholars aren’t doing histories of the internet is because internet users are already doing new forms of historiography. i was beaming the whole time, and then she got to the part about how we should be talking about the internet in terms of magic and ritual: “i love guy debord, but come on.”
“institutional reality is 20 or 30 or 40 years behind,” said one man, defensively. and then: “if you critique the institutional arrangement you will not be rewarded for it.”
the girl spent the rest of the time typing on her computer, talking under her breath, and rattling a plastic bag. after everyone clapped and stood up for drinks she walked right up to the panelists and started talking again. i wanted to wait until she was finished with them so i could congratulate her, but she didn’t appear close, and i was really ready to get out of there.
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such a simple cool idea, internet girrrrls
probably need this for the diss.
i got micromermaid’s ask last night during dinner and showed it to marc who said “i’m surprised this bothers you” and i said “it really hurts my feelings because it’s true.” i talked about it on and off for the next few hours, until he said something like “not everyone is going to agree with your editorial decisions” and i said “i know” and then we went to sleep.
ADD vs. feminist jerk: one time anna and i were texting about the video that remains my inspiration and i said that the best part was with the cigarette when she was cutting something up and anna said—so alarmed and cringey, even virtually—did i mean the part when she was buttering toast at breakfast? yes, i did, and we agreed she has never looked hotter. anna is totally a better woman, or at least has the makings of a better nanny, than i, which is part of why i always tell her i want her to be mine. (also the feminism and that it would mean a continuation of the nanny diaries). (omg the blair witch project towel rack will never stop being funny.)
i love this! it is my pleasure. “brutal frivolity” is one of my favorite tumblr contributions from militant maudlinist, along with the ldr and alice neel assessments. i think brutal frivolity, and tumblr-IRL hybridity/osmosis/interpenetration (can i use this word here?), will continue to be important for fall. also, i really like your blog.
It may be a horrible idea, but Lana goaded me into starting a HASTAC group where we can talk about “famous anorexics”, feminism, archives, weird material cultures, ET CETERA. Join! You can put it on your CV! You can say that you do “digital humanities” and then post some pictures of stuffed animals.
omg it’s called “better things to do.” i’m so in and adding a picture.
this is the most boring thought about technology that can be had.
“i don’t want to write about trauma. especially now that i’m not traumatized.”
“she said: ‘i don’t think abortion is a big deal. my friend’s friend had 13 of them.’”
“something bad didn’t happen to us. we found something bad and now we’re going to be like, ‘fuck it.’”
patricia clough and jasbir puar in the introduction to wsq’s viral issue