“No one can read this book without becoming a Pnin man.” (Via.)
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.
-from Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons by Marilyn Hacker
How To Be A Monster: Life Lessons From Lord Byron… about Lord Byron, vampires, monsters, unrequited crushes… and sad, sad awkward John Polidori.
“Looking back on that time—and on that movie—I remember feeling that things were shifting, finally and irrevocably. As Chocano says, ‘For the few years after the release of Thelma and Louise, the culture seemed unusually and (in hindsight) unbelievably receptive to the plaintive howls of a generation of girls who, as I did, felt exiled from the culture.
I often think how disappointed my young self would be to see things like Seth MacFarlane’s stupid ‘we saw your boobs’ song at the Oscars or all those Republican hopefuls opining that women’s bodies know how to stop pregnancies if they’re raped, or to know that, even now, there’s really only allowed to be one admired female director at a time. I didn’t realize at the age of 23, even though history is full of examples of this happening, that in addition to bending toward justice a culture could go backward.”
— Reckoning with Thelma & Louise, with my pal Carrie Frye, twenty years after my obsession reached its peak in the summer of 1993.
“The police radio, Louise.”
Hoping that if I leave them there long enough one of them will eventually figure out how to type.
Orphaned baby bat. (Via.)
This weekend in Netflix streaming: Will Tippin’s getting his teeth pulled out during a torture session at the end of Season 1 of “Alias” blows my entire lady-spy-reproductive-uneasiness-of-the-early-aughts-vagina-dentata theory.* (It’s terrible as I was really hoping to get tenure with that.)
* Cf. Salt.