how about you and your friends versus me and the revolution?
Thursday, August 12, 2004 at 01:08PM Wampire has expressed dissatisfaction with the lack of flame of late. It would appear people have listened and stopped hitting themselves. Sweet.
In other news, I am starting to sweat over Halloween. After two practically perfect costumes last year (and I swear to God, I will figure out how to upload my stupid blogger journal soon…there are instructions somewhere, I just need to buckle down and do it), I am feeling that please god don’t let me have a sucky costume pressure, which I really have no reason to feel because, well, it’s not like it matters, right? I don’t think I have ever held a crappy costume against somebody, really. Except for maybe when what’s her name who asked that her name not be mentioned on my blog ever again dressed as Mr. Hanky and I thought she was in blackface, but that was the fault of my own interpretation rather than her intention, so I supposed that doesn’t count. My first idea was to be Velma Kelly, but I everyone would just think I was being a flapper and that’s lame. Then I got really into the idea of Pizazz, the green mullet-ed lead singer of Jem and the Holograms rival group, The Misfits, but that outfit seemed like way too much work and I don’t sew or…do crafty things with my hands. I brainstormed ideas for group costumes with Avi (who, like the thieving bitch he is, totally appropriated these ideas and spread them around to his friends like he had masterminded them, jaa, as if.), the best of which were as follows:
- Jaws and friends: Jaws, Brody (stupid hat), Quint (harpoon sticking through chest), Hooper (wetsuit)
- Pennywise and friends: Pennywise (don’t forget the blood around the mouth), Georgie (yellow rain slicker, minus one arm), various dead children
Nightmares to follow.
There were a couple more ideas (one of which, was sheer genius on Avi’s part) which I decline to share at present because one contains my costume and the other has been promised to someone else.
This is seriously the most boring entry I have ever written. My apologies. I swear, I had something of note…oh, right. What the fuck is this? This is fucking bullshit, man! First off, I find the term “Chick Lit” pretty offensive on principle, but secondly, what IS this shit? Apparently, the “basic tenets” of chick lit are a) the book is about a woman, b) the book is written by a woman and c) women want to read said book. Whuh-wuh? FUCK YOU! It’s a goddamn book! By these standards, pretty much every book written by a woman now fits into that genre and that’s just silly and stupid, not to mention sexist. When, I dunno, Nick Hornby or Dave Eggers or Nicholson Baker write books, they go straight into the literature or fiction section, right? They don’t get waylaid at the Dude Book section, right? Then what the fuck? And I understand that this paragraph is unduly peppered with obscenities, but this fucking pisses me off, godammit. Jane Eyre: Chick Lit. Sula: Chick Lit. Emma: …okay, well, Jane Austen is TOTALLY chick lit, but I think you get my point. It’s just, Chick Lit has become more or less synonymous with crappy fiction, which men write plenty of, okay, so why genre-fy along gender lines? Just lump all that crap together in “Beach Books.” Done and done.
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The "chick lit" stuff is B$. Pure marketing. Like Avril, Blink, and Brittney. Or "alternative" music. Something to make the kids, or in this case, middle aged fading beauties (their opinion not mine), feel special instead of used when they get marketed at. Also I think the Eggers, Hornsby, etc, are pretty much "d00d lit" I've seen articles about the parallel rise of such things in response\counter\or simply counter point to the "chick lit" genre.