“Collectively, the people I follow on Twitter — book nerds, science nerds, journalists, the uncategorizably interesting — come pretty close to my dream community. They also function as by far the best news source I’ve ever used: more panoptic, more in-depth, more likely to teach me something, much more timely, cumulatively more self-correcting and sophisticated.”—That Goddamned Blue Bird and Me: How Twitter Hijacked My Mind
“Social psychologists have painted Bronies several ways. One study sees them as men-children, running from the realities of the recession and the post-9/11 world and taking flight in the fanciful world of the ponies, while another posits that they are men uncomfortable in the world of masculinity, who find validation in a sphere that promotes positive values like cooperation and emotional openness that may be typically seen as feminine.”—The Internet Is Magic: Exploring the Wonderful World of My Little Pony Fandom in Bronies
Dry air sucks. It can cause dry sinuses, nose bleeds, cracked lips and increase the potential for the creation of static electricity—a phenomenon designed to make you sad. It also means that sweat will evaporate from your skin faster, which makes it feel colder than it actually is.
“Almost everyone I know who loves video games — myself included — is broken in some fundamental way. With their ceaseless activity and risk-reward compulsion loops, games also soothe broken people. This is not a criticism. Fanatical readers tend to be broken people. The type of person who goes to see four movies a week alone is a broken person. Any medium that allows someone to spend monastic amounts of time by him- or herself, wandering the gloaming of imagination and reality, is doomed to be adored by lost, lonely people.”—Poison Tree
“I’m a journalist who hates talking to people. That’s the pathetic truth about me. All the quotes in these columns are real, but I don’t get them by interacting with other humans. I sit there and I don’t talk and I listen to other people talk, like a creep, and I furtively write down what people are saying, and then I spin it into a narrative that makes it sound like these people are my peers, my peeps, when really I’m treating them like they’re as unreal as the action up there onscreen, like they’re not even characters but extras, put on Earth simply to illuminate some dumb point I have to make about how rich and complex my own experience of a Sunday football game is.”—I Suck at Football 2.6: My Self-Absorption and Me
“Chappelle was the kind of celebrity who wanted to reach out to fans who looked like him, and it was clear that as much as he aspired to universality, he realized that “the bottom line was, white people own everything, and where can a black person go and be himself or say something that’s familiar to him and not have to explain or apologize?” So sometimes it was very nice to have, as the comic himself said, “Five thousand black people chillin’ in the rain,” like a Pan-African Congress right off of Putnam Avenue.”—If He Hollers Let Him Go
Turns out that the whole thing was a trap laid by the Thieves Guild for Bobby’s kidnappers, and they show up toting goofy Cobra surplus laser guns so that the X-Men can effortlessly disarm them. Before anyone gets stabbed, telekinesised or drained to death, though, Bobby shows up and tells everyone to chill out, they’re just his scumbag brother’s weird yankee friends. There’s some more talk of the tithe and Bella Donna’s plan to do something with Gambit. Something horrible. Something that must be stopped at all costs.
“These days, humor allows rappers to sidestep the old gender, race or class questions that still inform what we think of when we think of hip-hop artists. Anyone who strings together enough OMG moments can enjoy at least a brush with fame. Albeit in its most ephemeral, Internettiest form. So there seems to be a different, and much more urgent, question at the center of Lum’s career right now, one that the “less vag, more art” quote implies, one that’s bedeviled plenty of briefly famous Internet celebrities. She’s made her splash. Now, how does she turn a viral video into a career?”—September Cover Story: Awkwafina Establishing Her Presence
“Happiness is the enemy,” Lauda tells her. “It weakens you. Suddenly you have something to lose.”
It’s a remarkable moment. And it’s so goddamned true. One of the worst things that can happen to successful people is just that: becoming successful. You lose your edge, you forget why you got there, and suddenly, you’re done. Lauda knew that, as a driver living with that 20 percent risk every day, getting comfortable was the single worst thing that could happen. This isn’t a new theme for a sports movie — shit, Rocky III went so far as to use “Eye of the Tiger” as its opening song. But it has never been banged home as poignantly as this.
“This is something that has consistently been wearing on me, and it’s all come to a head now. All day she’s been worried about me like she’s my mother, constantly asking me what I want, what I need, who I saw, where I’ve been, how I feel, what I know, etc. I’m sorry, but it’s not attractive to me. I’ve talked about this before, how she puts her man before herself, and how that’s not my style. I just like a nice balance. I want to know that she knows who she is. I don’t want a partner who’s main objective is to be a great mate. I want to be with someone who can be herself, and someone who will let me be me without concern.”—
“You are your child’s best advocate. You must notice everything and then try to connect all the dots to find possible answers. Then, you must present your findings in such a way that you don’t alienate the people who work with you to provide care for your child. Or go on and get answers your own way. No need to share information with folks who are unwilling to listen and accept what you’re saying as your truth. No one likes the know-it-all googling mom, but guess what? Politely now, you just have to let them know they can kiss your ass. You speak for that child.”—Princess Melissa returns with an epic post…
“Don Jon takes the stance that having set expectations for potential partners dooms those relationships to fail, because checklists are fundamentally selfish. Two people who match up on paper won’t necessarily mesh. Chemistry goes beyond stats. Jon has been conditioned by porn to expect nothing less than perfect-looking women with exaggerated sexual characteristics who will do whatever he wants in bed, while Johansson’s character Barbara is equally numbed to reality by romantic comedies into thinking there is only one correct way to be romanced by a man.”—The Pornopticon: Don Jon and Sex in the Porn-on-Demand Age
Even as white males ask for sympathy, or display their frustration at not receiving compassion for the legitimate human suffering in their lives, they hold tight to the stick of privilege, using it to dominate other people’s voices even as they ask those people for understanding.
That the Privilege Tournament exists should not be surprising, and still, I am always surprised when it happens anew.
“What’s most special about [Paula] Patton is her buoyancy. As a star, she’s impervious to gravity. Her voice has some rasp and girlishness and wonder. She was raised in Los Angeles, and it’s California you hear when she speaks. It’s optimism and hope.”—The Fast and the Furious
“Clash of Clans features organized conflict among groups of players. This breeds two things: a sense of community and the fire of competition. Groups of Clash players (called “Clans”) can coordinate attacks and share resources and all are locked in deadly (well, not deadly, but it seems that way) battle against other clans and players. The need to do right by your clan and also beat adversaries drives players to spend their own money to purchase in-game power-ups and resources. “At some point it’s not the game that will suck you in but your clan or your alliance or the other people,” says Kodisoja.”—The $2.4 Million-Per-Day Company: Supercell
“With its relentless focus on the pathologies, both personal and sociopolitical, that enable ordinary human beings to commit mass murder, The Act of Killing is resolutely uncathartic.”—The Act of Killing documentary, reviewed.
“On top of that, I knew I wanted a boy protagonist who stymied some of the stereotypes about male sexuality. There’s this idea that boys always want sex and girls have to be pushed into it, and in my experience, that’s just not the way it works a lot of the time. Sex can be really scary and stressful for guys—there’s pressure to perform, pressure to be macho, to be the aggressor and know exactly what you’re doing, to have the biggest dick. I wanted to show all that that, and I wanted to show how all these expectations about manhood and what masculinity entails are both a consequence of patriarchy and something that ends up perpetuating it. Patriarchy harms both men and women, and in doing so, it feeds itself.”—The Rejectionist: A Conversation with Bennett Madison
“I heard once that to escape poverty you need to work like a horse and live like a saint," Badri Nath said later. "That is what I have tried to do all my life.”—Delhi rape: how India’s other half lives
“The rhythm of the music was precisely 120 beats per minute, the frequency of the fetal heart rate, and the same beat believed to be used by South American shamans to bring their tribes into a trance state… Rave dancers sought to reach group consciousness on a level they had never experienced before.”—Electronic Dance Music’s Love Affair With Ecstasy: A History
“An opinion-driven news magazine, Slate’s contributors follow the same ethical standards of traditional news organizations, but are also encouraged to form and fight for opinions. The initial impetus behind Slate podcasts was to capture this opinion-creation process on tape, and record this behind-the-scenes editorial chatter in a live discussion environment.”—The Gabfest: An Interview with Slate’s Podcast Chief Andy Bowers
“I like to think that the democratization of musical knowledge through the Internet has allowed people to expand their field of taste beyond previous financial constraints. If you aren’t limited to buy only one record per week and can listen to almost anything you want on a streaming service like Spotify, there’s reason to believe that you will be more experimental with music. But there’s also a good argument to be made that taste has become both wide and shallow.”—#MILEYTAUGHTME: The Lessons We’re Learning From Mileygate
“Then, when the students reach the last point on the list, the mood shifts. Some of them squint at the words as if their vision has gone blurry; others ask their neighbors for clarification. The neighbor will shake her head, looking pale and dejected, as if the last point confirms that she should have opted for that aseptic-surgery class where you operate on a fetal pig. The last point is: Don’t Write What You Know.”—Don’t Write What You Know (2011)
“We’ve seen the rise of mass culture, pop culture, camp culture and trash culture; the cross-pollination of highbrow, lowbrow, middlebrow and nobrow; and, with the advent of the Internet, the introduction of a battalion of shiny new metrics with which we can measure something’s popularity to the second, the penny, the click…. From all this chaos, though, one truism about popularity apparently survives: If something is popular, it can’t also be good.”—What It Means to Be Popular (When Everything Is Popular)
“I wanted to turn around and lend this woman the book I had in my hands: Adelle Waldman’s “The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P.” It’s not a comforting book, but it offers a mercilessly clear view into a man’s mind as he grows tired of a worthy woman. And bracing truth can be its own consolation.”—