Archive for March, 2008

Literary Deal Breakers

Monday, March 31st, 2008

In this essay, a writer discusses how we tend to judge people by the books they read. In my life, this is certainly true, although I don’t think I’ve broken up with anyone on that basis. The essay is full of book snobs recounting how disgusted they were upon discovering that a suitor was reading Ayn Rand, or even worse.

It’s pretty stupid when you read about it, and now I’m regretting my snobbery. One guy in the essay is repelled by anyone who claims to be reading Samuel Beckett. But Beckett is so good! Why shouldn’t one be allowed to read him without being considered an asshole?

Personally, I hold my greatest contempt for anyone who even talks about reading Ulysses. I know they’ve never read it, or else they tried and failed. I’m not crazy about anyone who loves Cormac McCarthy, but I’m aware that some otherwise great people appear to worship him. People who read or mention Anais Nin are also a red flag. It makes me feel sad for them.

The people in this essay seem to feel superior to everyone whose taste isn’t as highbrow as their own, but that is a problem for anyone trying to maintain their sense of elitist entitlement. For me, it’s a distrust of pretentiousness. Even a whiff of it will annoy me. At the same time, I would be hesitant about anyone who reads best-sellers.

I’ve solved this problem somewhat by not reading any more. I still buy books, but I have no attention span. I read book reviews and feel nostalgic about the transcendent pleasure of good fiction.

I recently found my self pretending to know the works of Gogol, rather than admit my ignorance. I feel I should get credit for Gogol, since I’ve read my share of Tolstoy. And I once became infatuated with someone because he loved “The Pigeon” only to find out later that he’d never read it.

I worry that I may be losing my edge, since I’m not as disdainful as the book snobs in the essay. I used to ruin many a dinner party by arguing about books. However, I do think it’s funny that there’s a dating site for fans of Ayn Rand. Ugh! They deserve each other!

Tokyo Fashion Week

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

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Now I’m ready for fall! Check out garconshinois, fur fur, and more, here.

Reality TV Causes Cancer

Saturday, March 29th, 2008

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It hasn’t been proven yet, but it feels like cancer. Tonight I watched a show called “I Know My Kid’s a Star” on VH1, and while I admit I’m a novice at Reality TV, surely this is one of the most egregious yet.

A bunch of kids and their horrible mothers have to live together in a house and compete for a chance to be humiliated by Danny Bonaduce and some mean woman named Marki. With an i.

The kids are tormented by their crazy mothers, who should all be shot. A better name for this show would be “Who Do You Want To Kill?” My husband and I agreed that the most kill-worthy was Rocky, a coke-whore type who wears a cowboy hat and looks like she’d let you molest her daughter for a hit of blow. Maybe this woman was carefully selected to freak out the jaded viewers, who knows. A close second was a crazy blonde whose name I’ve already forgotten, who badgers her kid into tears and clearly feels entitled to do whatever is necessary to break the kid’s will.

Why has the world come to this? Are we all on too much medication, or not enough?

King of Kong: A Douchebag for the Ages

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

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I dare anyone top watch “The King of Kong” without shouting “What a douchebag!” at Billy Mitchell, the documentary’s idiotic villain. In a story all about dorky, messed-up guys obsessed with Donkey Kong, Billy Mitchell stands out as sort of a super-asshole with delusions of grandeur and a hairdo that epitomizes everything awful about the 70s  AND 80s.

Mr. Mitchell has complained that the film  was edited to depict him as the bad guy. I don’t care what the filmmakers left out or stuck into their documentary; Billy Mitchell is the most sickening person I can even imagine. See this movie just for the adrenaline rush of wanting to punch someone in the face!

At Last, a Trash Bag to Wear

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

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Cheap Monday, the Swedish fashion line that brought you those $65 jeans that make you look (and feel) like a sausage, has come up with a garment that looks just like a hefty bag.

I know everybody loves the Cheap Monday jeans, but I hate them. I’d  rather pay a ton of money for my jeans and have them fit well and enhance my butt if possible. I also like the absence of brand logos and weird embroidery on the back pockets.

Swedish designers are otherwise really impressive at the moment. Whyred is pretty cool and of course Acne is, too. Even though they wouldn’t let me have the bondage-like shoes of my dreams, which are actually quite hideous and can be purchased in white here at eluxury.com.

And on the subject of bondage and shoes, check out these by Natacha Marro, from House of Harlot, where everything is totally fabulous, tempting and not quite affordable.

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Easter Gifts & Memories

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

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Who wouldn’t want this eye-catching bird’s nest bracelet? It’s made of sterling silver and brass wire, a real statement piece according to Vivre, where you can find the most decadent items for the moneyed classes. It’s only $1,035.

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I also like these “gold-plated” jeans from Vivre, which are  treated with an 18K gold painted finish. They’re $875.

Easter isn’t a big deal at my house any more, but it used to be. I would sneak into the kids’ rooms late at night with a basket full of goodies. I’ll always remember the time my son, around 8 years old and a headbanger,  played a Motley Crue tape for one of his friends, who asked where he got it. My son said casually, “The Easter Bunny.” I held my breath. And the friend replied “Cool.”

The Lure of Yellow

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

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It always annoys me to be part of a trend, but I love yellow. I loved it way back when I bought Mrs. Yellow (my giant handbag, go and look for that post!) I still love yellow, but it can’t just be ‘yellow.’

I’m drawn to the bright acid yellow that hurts your eyes. It can be even be chartreuse, but it can’t be fluorescent. It can be mustard yellow, but not lemon yellow. It can’t be marigold, either. While thinking of all these yellows, I thought of how we used to define colors by our Crayola crayons. I was devastated when they changed some colors, back in the 90s.

Did you know  that Crayola has a color called ‘beaver’ and a newer one called ‘inchworm?’ Eeoow!

Anyway, the leather biker jacket above is by Blumarine. It is staggering on every level, including price. I bought it, but don’t tell my husband. The dress is beautiful too, and if it’s still around when I get out of debtor’s prison, I might try to get it.

Kings of Africa

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

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Go here to see some amazing photographs of obscure but powerful tribal monarchs who still rule in Africa. This is Nyimi Kok Mabiintsh III, whose royal apparel weighs 160 pounds.

Stendahl’s Syndrome & Wordschmerz

Saturday, March 15th, 2008

“Stendahl’s Syndrome” refers to the symptoms of dizziness, racing heart, and rapture brought about by an encounter with great art. Isn’t that a cool term?

While looking at various definitions of Stendahl’s Syndrome, I came upon this list of popular new words, most of which filled me with a sense of rage and grief that I will call “wordschmerz.” (I’m too lazy to find out the German word for “word.”)

I am particularly sickened by fauxhawk, lifestreaming, and defictionalization. I do like post-gay, however. But not as much as post post-gay.

Yohji’s Unattainable Dr. Martens

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

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These limited edition runway boots are $3,400 if you hurry up!