we went to see spring breakers at a theater with a large selection of alcohol. i texted aliza: “it’s amazing except for the girl next to us who is about to barf.” she fell on her way out. it felt like real spring break! i would watch this movie ten more times. it’s got feminist boredom, feminist violence, feminist terror, brutal frivolity, and girls in bikinis. there are bummer narcs and incarceration and an obsession with price tags. marc was committed to getting a reaction shot for my tumblr.
“…This will not matter, because her parents work in finance, and she has good manners, and she’s going to marry up, and she’s going to get into the movies (not just guest appearances in CSI), and she’s going to launch some clothing lines at Target (no, wait, I think she already did that), and a personal fragrance (I think she did that too), and parlay all her bad press into some self-serious complaints, making good on every opportunity to monetize her career at the expense of making actual art.”
Here’s the kind of thing a music critic seriously writes when bashing Taylor Swift. This is just after he writes that he doesn’t “get” or “like” her “over-produced” music and what he calls “apparently honest” lyrics.
this is amazing. this is by rick moody, who grew up in darien, connecticut and went to a fancy prep school and then to an ivy league college and is probably better known for his 1994-novel-turned-1997-movie the ice storm than for anything else.
he also says, “look, i normally only write about things i like, things i care about, but i can’t stop myself here. taylor swift represents what makes me want to die about popular music. she makes me want to die.”
i normally only write about things i like, too, which includes writing that taylor swift makes rick moody want to die, just like beyonce made some guy hate america. this is so gratifying, even if it’s boring. whenever a male critic says something like “there is nothing in this music that does anything new besides fusing together a mandolin with a programmed drum track” at least i know that something important is happening.
“But did we underestimate the stakes? In the years that Losse returns us to, those transitional years between the birth of social media and the mainstreaming of self-documentation online, there was not yet the sense that by being online one was at work producing value for someone else. If anything, we could still believe that sharing what we were doing, who we were doing it with, and how good we looked while doing it was mostly an act of creating pleasure for ourselves. In reality, we were the early wave of the permanent social media shift, always-on and never quite off the clock.”
kj: thinking of you, just blocks away, while our boyfriends are in different states.
lf: i know! are we supposed to be scared? are all your pots filled with water?
kj: laura, my love, i do not own any pots. also i am not scared.
lf: i feel a lot of survivor guilt about having your crackers and cheese at my house. but i know you will disapprove of my guilt.
kj: they are YOUR crackers and cheese now!
lf: you might be happy to hear that since our hangout i have been sleeping in later (right now 9:30 but climbing).
kj: GOOD FOR YOU! i cant wait for the day when you wake up at 11.
lf: girlf how goes it now? are you stircrazy? are you writing? I’M BORED AS FUCK. please update your tumblr with some delicacies for my boredness.
kj: dude. i am reading about weber and the protestant work ethic. also drinking. i assume you are too? how are the crackers and cheese? instead of updating with weber quotes i might post a picture.
this is true…time for another nap. (via mariecalloway)
kathi weeks, the problem with work: feminism, marxism, antiwork politics, and postwork imaginaries
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.