about gender differences, and gender stereotypes, mostly because of this book. I was reading excerpts from it and found myself surprisingly annoyed. I don’t think it was for the outrageous male-sex fantasies, because please, we all really get it. They are catered to my every media outlet, particularly the internet. (Whilst on the subject, I hate the author’s “woe is us,” attitude towards male sexuality. No one is trying to stifle your libido. Every company everywhere makes money off of it.) But no, I was upset by his attitudes towards the girlfriend, whom the author paints as fat, vapid bitch the protagonist uses solely for sex. The book takes two archetypal characters, the Sex-Crazed 20-Something Male and the Shrewish Husband-Crazed Woman, and makes the worst of the latter. Not all women want to trap you. Marriage was not invented solely to punish men and suppress their “spread the seed” instincts. We’re all really cavepeople at heart, I guess, but sometimes all either gender really wants is somebody to watch Star Trek and eat smores with and curl up next to in bed. I think I have a man that proves that men have a lot more going on in their lives than porn and video games and the gym. I don’t know, maybe I’m an optimist, but I believe in romance without obligation. I believe it’s possible to be with a person and be happy with just them, as they are. Not the sex toy you wish they were or the husband you think they could someday be. There is so much to us than that, even the Average American Male.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me toooo, I didn’t mean to do you harm. Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away. Your ghost slips away.”—Weezer, “Butterfly,” off Pinkerton, the album that everyone loves to love.
“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”—perhaps the only sweet thing Bukowski ever wrote.
If you’re a cool kid, you’re probably raving about the new Beach House tracks that have been leaked near and far across the internet.
If you’re me, an insanely uncool kid, you’re trying to figure out when “boring music” became synonymous with “cool, new music.” I can dig twee indie bands, I really can. I can zone out to Animal Collective and wanna trip balls to The Dirty Projectors and will tap my moccasin-clad toes to some Vampire Weekend. But really, this shit needs some sparkle. Demand more of your artists than breathy vocals, asymmetrical haircuts, and synthesizer chords. PLEASE.