theparisreview:

From the beginning… Issues 1 through 22 on our new shelves.

My narrators aren’t English professors, and I don’t want them to sound like they are.

Bret Easton Ellis (via theparisreview)

my poetry prof emailed me and told me I got A for final portfolio & final grade ❤

manabatshitcrazy:

vlynx:

On tumblr / deviantart

Ghibli Illustrations

el-dispute:

Woman Photographs Herself Receiving Strange Looks in Public

“I now reverse the gaze and record their reactions to me while I perform mundane tasks in public spaces. I seek out spaces that are visually interesting and geographically diverse. I try to place myself in compositions that contain feminine icons or advertisements. Otherwise, I position myself and the camera in a pool of people…and wait.

The images capture the gazer in a microsecond moment where they, for unknowable reasons, have a look on their face that questions my presence. Whether they are questioning my position in front of the lens or questioning my body size, the gazer appears to be visually troubled that I am in front of them.”

Photographer: Haley Morris-Cafiero

Project: Wait Watchers 

Source

Thought this was actually really cool and I’d share it with you guys! Takes a lot to get up there and do something like this. Love it!

picadorbookroom:

Another gem by Grant Snider.

Disclaimer: “There’s no evidence that Emily Dickinson liked cats, but her sister Lavinia was cat-obsessed. So Emily must have been forced to cat-sit occasionally.”

at age 20 I discover you can get a writer’s block for academic papers

Indie rock is such a bratty culture, and I don’t see a lot of ugly people in it, either. I feel very proud to be hideous. Thank God I don’t look like every other fucking dude wearing their girlfriend’s fucking jeans out there on stage. That’s weak and emasculated— and I don’t think masculinity is equivalent to misogyny. It just seems like everything is like a cat that’s been declawed— it still tries to fight with you, but it’s harmless. Nobody wants to get scratched.

Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox (via pitchfork)

what the fuck is he saying. he’s better than others because they’re wearing girl jeans = emasculation? And that’s weak? Sorry, I had no idea you couldn’t be a proper person without a wifebeater on.

mohandasgandhi:

brofiling:

white privilege radically changes the appearance of Tsarnaev bros

This is how brofiling actually works in real life. The Week Magazine ran with this image as their cover sketch.

Just so it is said, clearly and unambiguously: the Tsarnaev brothers are white guys. They are white. The FBI’s own wanted poster for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev lists his race as “white”, but you would never know it from the cover image on The Week.

Hold up the cover to someone else, and ask them how many white people they can see on the cover. Chances are they will identify Gabby Giffords on the top left and the image of the Boston policemen (all white men) on the top right, but how about those two guys in the center? Nope, not a chance that anyone would say these caricatures look white.

Why? Because in addition to being white they are also “Muslim”, which is the current dehumanizing “Other” that whiteness has constructed as a sanctioned target for violence in US popular culture.

This is how white privilege works in media representations and everyday life: when the criminal suspects are demonstrably white men, seize upon any aspect of difference and magnify it such that they become Othered, non-white, and menacing. If it is too hard to do so, simply dismiss them as aberrations and isolated cases of insanity. This is also how white culture, specifically the process of whiteness in conjunction with white privilege, portrays several non-white identities, including those that are now considered white but at one time were decidedly not so. For example, see here for how the Irish were depicted as violent apes or lazy drunks in the late 1800s to early 1900s.

If this story is true, Tamerlan Tsarnaev clearly self-identified as a white Muslim. The Week Magazne is active on Tumblr. Maybe they can help explain how this cover happened.

so why am I not allowed to phrase things like “here is where Gertrude Stein ups her game”? can’t I call my language postmodern?