Miro is a fine writer and this book promises to be as dryly funny, fearless and erudite as his posts at Blogwrath:
This is not just about Rob Ford – this is about exposing the ability of the media to belittle and ruin a person, any person. And I am not talking about criticism of his political views. That’s nothing – it is normal to criticize politician.
The issue is about the horrific way in which a human being is treated – hounded methodically until his personality and his family are in shambles. It takes extreme strength to withstand such pressure and on the surface it looks that Ford has managed to handle the situation. However, his political career has brought him no visible benefits after the long battles with those who hate his politics, if we don’t count the satisfaction of his constituents.
(Theoretically, he would’ve been better off working in his business, but when people with his convictions can’t hold an office, we will be served only by the professional political freeloaders.)
David Swindle at PJMedia writes:
A realization dawned today: Kathy is the writer I’ve worked with the longest. We’ve had occasional breaks here and there as projects have shifted but it’s been five years now, with the last 3 at PJ.
And Kathy has consistently churned out one memorable piece after another in service of a very substantive media and cultural critique.
She’s become one of my biggest influences and inspirations on new media and culture. When young writers ask for suggestions in developing a writing career in today’s new media world I hold her up as a prime example. Her articles and her approach are filled with wisdom.
My NEW PJMedia post — a quickie.
Piero Salabè, Mr. Amis’s editor at Carl Hanser Verlag, said the publisher had turned down the book for marketing as well as literary reasons. “Our decision was based on the book’s contents as well as on economic considerations,” Mr. Salabè said. He added that the decision had “nothing to do with the Holocaust being a sensitive issue in Germany.”
This short article in the “paper of record” comes with not one but two corrections.
Spam makes a dandy gift, too: “Last week, in the final days before Korea’s Chuseok fall holiday period, crowds rushed into department stores to buy gift sets for relatives and colleagues — and one of the most popular choices was spam.”
Keynote Lecture : “Brand New Heartache: The Everly Brothers and the Exquisite Reveal of the American Teen Heart” by Ann Powers — Powers is the writer of NPR’s The Record.
She will examine how the Everly Brothers became guides for teenagers moving into the fullness of their lives with America’s eyes upon them.
On the BBC’s evening news programme in Scotland, the presenter referred to SNP leader Alex Salmond as a ‘spunk stain’, but maintained impartiality by comparing Gordon Brown’s latest speech to ‘an ice cream made of shite’.
Steve Sailer writes:
The domineering concept of our times, however, is anti-majoritarianism, the righteous revolt of the fringes, even (or especially) if the group in question is not terribly marginal, as in the case of Scots, Jews, women, and gays.
We live in an era when the reasonably powerful pretend to be oppressed African-Americans circa the era of Martin Luther King. As far as I can surmise, moral legitimacy in current Anglo-American thought is determined by relative social distance from the Prince of Wales: e.g., Princess Diana was a plucky underdog because, while she was a Princess, she wasn’t Prince Charles. (By the way, Alex Salmond, leader of the Scottish National Party, promises that an independent Scotland would retain its link to the Windsor royal family, which has become quite popular again due to two generations of marriage to attractive women.)
The coolest thing about ‘Eraserhead’ is that Jack Nance had to keep his hair like that for, like, five years
Q: When the film was first released, it wasn’t a huge hit. It found its audience on the midnight movie circuit. Do you think a movie like Eraserhead could find an audience today?
A: No. The midnight movie circuit was what saved or brought a lot of films to the public. You know, the word Eraserhead was on a marquee of many, many theaters for years. Whether people saw the film or not, they’d see the name, and it just went into their collective consciousness. It was the most beautiful thing for independent cinema and art-house cinema, this idea of running films at midnight. It was really important for Eraserhead. Ben Barenholtz, they call him “the grandfather of the midnight film” — if it wasn’t for Ben, I don’t think Eraserhead would have been discovered at all.
…yet these queens compete with each other constantly on who looks the most like a ‘real’ woman. People aren’t very free.
I heard this below guy singing from the livingroom when my mother in law was watching the Aboriginal Something Something Awards. (No, I don’t know, either…)
If we have to hear all that Katy Perry “I’m a strong beautiful woman” shit on the radio, I don’t see why we don’t just swap this out. It’s just as good, if not better.
Basically this guy is “Hedwig” if Hedwig was a real person and an Indian.
Plus he has a sane real job unlike so many trannies or whatever he is. (“First Nations oilsands tycoon defies odds as Karaoke queen.”)
You can buy the song at iTunes.
PS: He didn’t win, which was a gyp.
No one is ever “just kidding.” Ever.
When Young Guns came out, my (now ex-)best friend dubbed it a “spank film” for girls.
In real life, the Bullingtons or whatever they were called in real life were at least 50/50 ugly, no? (See “Johnson, Boris.”)
These are Englishmen we’re talking about.
Yet, wouldn’t you know it?
Every guy in this movie looks like a model/footballer/lesser Duran Duran member.
Basically you have Bonnie and Clyde (1967) syndrome once again.
(You know what the real couple looked like, right?)
But hey! Death to the aristos!
Cinema has an aristocracy of its own. The Riot Club stars Max Irons. That surname ring a bell? Yes, he’s Jeremy’s son. His mother is Tony award nominee Sinéad Cusack, whose own father was Cyril Cusack, yet another big-screen luminary. Max (born Maximilian Paul Diarmuid) attended the Dragon School, Oxford, as did Tom Hiddleston, Emma Watson and Hugh Laurie. After that it was Bryanston, whose alumni include Freddie Fox, son of Edward Fox. Freddie is a close chum of Max’s, and he’s also – would you have guessed it? – in The Riot Club. Young Max was expelled from Bryanston, but fortunately that was to prove no bar to progress in his case.
Jonathon van Maren writes:
But the phenomenon of public nudity is also more than just incoherent protest—it is a way of forcing people to accept any and all manifestations of the Sexual Revolution. As I noted some time ago: The public is now regularly subjected to crude and wildly exhibitionist “Gay Pride Parades” and “Slut Walks.” These are not considered to be optional festivals hosted by tiny minority groups. No, politicians who refuse to attend are labelled as heretics by the high priests of the New Moral Order, which is of course not an order at all, but a proud lack thereof.
Liberal activists don’t want the State to be outside the bedroom anymore, they want the State in the bedroom—loudly applauding the acts they see taking place, refraining from any judgment but one of approval, and paying for pills and bits of rubber to ensure that such acts do not go awry and result in reproduction or infection.
The design was conceived by Canada’s own HollywoodLoser.com.
(And can be purchased here — FREE shipping to anywhere in the US and Canada, btw…)
Thanks, though, to Ed Driscoll, for giving that ingenious graphic a shout-out, in the wake of the “KENT STATE” bloody sweatshirt controversy.
And yeah, Iowahawk won the internets again yesterday.
To rail against the unfairness of it all, to labor in vain to overturn “society’s standards of beauty,” is to take gravity to court, boycott DNA, or “raise awareness” among salmon regarding the numerous hazards of swimming upstream. Of course, this hasn’t prevented any number of modern women from doing so.
Now, when I was a punk, I wasn’t “challenging” the “corporate patriarchy” while secretly hoping to attract boys regardless; I was trying to look even uglier than I already was and be left alone. I liked feeling free and fierce—for a time. But it’s an exhausting way to live, and, yes, unnatural.
For most women—the ones born “in debt”—it takes far more effort to try to look beautiful, but it’s also a more natural pursuit, which ameliorates the “exhausting” part. So while the ship-of-Theseus results were literally plastic and ultimately grotesque, Joan Rivers’ pursuit of beauty was, in fact, perfectly natural, normal, and sane—a sound female mind’s attempt to escape from an unsatisfactory body and unfair fate. In that, Rivers faintly resembles another tireless, pioneering Jewish entertainer—Houdini—right down to the dumb, ignoble death.