Furthering our discussion of Celebrity culture here on Warforever.com, there is something grossly misunderstated at work here. People who discuss celebrities, and even worse, gossip about celebrities are particularly depressing (except for me). Celebrities are&hellip
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Pop Has Eaten Itself
There was an episode of Punky Brewster where Uncle Henry is addicted to sleeping pills. He obtained these pills from a black character, presumably Cherry’s dad. I distinctly remember Punky flushing the pills on the&hellip
Joe Public: “You’ve Got To Live, and Learn.”
I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that the value systems, communication structures, and established priorities of which I’ve led my life with so far (traits completely composed of concepts mined from such nutrient-dense artifacts&hellip
Poop
Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in. I walked into the Bank of America on 42nd and 5th across the street from Bryant Park yesterday (to validate my assumptions&hellip
Five signs I am not ready for a multicultural environment.
One. “Tore’s game would be like Candyland, except twice as gay.” – as said to a lesbian couple. Two. Her: “Give me something to Google Image Search.” Me: “Interracial dating.” – as said to an&hellip
I arrived in New York four Beastie Boys albums too late.
The Beastie Boys are irrelevant. Oh really, Doyle? Who else is irrelevant? Smashmouth? SHUT UP and listen. Im not sure why this wounds me so, but I think it has to do with the fact&hellip
Wannabe: Writer
Writing a paper about writing a paper. How self-indulgent. What a cop-out. What an admission of narcissism. Hasn’t anything real happened? Hasn’t your life involved just one moment of inspired hilarity? How is writing about&hellip
The Hudson
Marcus Landes never felt so humiliated as when he was hoisted out of the Hudson River by a police boat crane; the harness used chaffed his love handles badly, and his lack of pants and&hellip
Double Team
Todd Rockhill entered the house party the way he always entered house parties. The abrupt opening of the door, to establish familiar terrain. The rapid scan of the room, quick enough to convey disinterest in&hellip
Foxxxes
Melissa Weatherbee watched from behind the curtains as the beige 1989 Honda Accord snaked its way around her driveway. Three blasts of the car horn signaled the beginning of the second courtship between Ms. Weatherbee&hellip
