Most of the modern writing I like the best is both sophisticated and colloquial—that is, high-level and complicated but at the same time intimate, sort of like a smart person is sitting right there talking to you—and I think I do little more than try to achieve this same high-low blend.
David Foster Wallace
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Did the Post go too far? Of course not. The photo deserved to be in newspaper and on its Web site, and it warranted front-page display.
News photos capture reality. And the prominent display reflects the historic significance of what was occurring. The recent D.C. Council decision to approve same-sex marriage was the culmination of a decades-long gay rights fight for equality. Same-sex marriage is now legal in the District. The photo of Ames and Ariga kissing simply showed joy that would be exhibited by any couple planning to wed – especially a couple who previously had been denied the legal right to marry.
There was a time, after court-ordered integration, when readers complained about front-page photos of blacks mixing with whites. Today, photo images of same-sex couples capture the same reality of societal change.
Some have speculated as to why I took offense to the post and whether or not I serve in the National Guard.
The answer is quite simply, no. I do not serve in the military, nor have I ever. I do have several friends both from college and elsewhere who are members of the National Guard and have done NUMEROUS tours of duty in Iraq. But I think it is probably the fact that I’ve never served that may actually be why I was so uptight about it. Because it doesn’t matter WHY someone joins ANY branch of the military. They are making a greater sacrifice, and having to make decisions that I could never imagine having to make. Joining the National Guard requires more testicular fortitude than I’ve ever had to demonstrate, and I respect the hell out of that. I was lucky enough to have parents who could share the financial burden and student loan debt to send me to college. Because I’ve never had to think about alternative options to continue my education or support my family. Because I feel like if someone makes that commitment, they SHOULD be proud, whether or not you feel that they should be. Because it is still courageous, it is still honorable, and if they want a little extra swagger and show off their accomplishment, then I say go for it.
That’s why I, and probably so many others, got so uptight. And if I have to suck a fuck for defending those who serve my country, well then I guess I’ll be able to live with that.
TEAM GREG. Also, Greg is among the first people to admit he’s wrong and when an argument of his doesn’t hold water. But he doesn’t have to do that very often, as he’s a rational, logical, articulate, and intelligent adult and Tumblr brings out the best in him.
As some of the less fortunate, taking a few personal “case studies” and applying gross generalizations to large communities they pretend to understand, would say:
I don’t have the patience or mental capacity for stupid people and internet arguments today.
We don’t deserve anything. Publishers can do whatever they want. If you don’t like it, don’t send them nasty emails or browse their sites with ad-blockers: just don’t support them. Don’t read their content, don’t link to them, and don’t talk about them. Since money’s not usually involved, vote with your attention and read elsewhere.
I feel this way when I get in arguments with entitled Kindle users.
The Lady Huskies have won every single game over the last two seasons by at least ten points. Their average margin of victory is 34. During that stretch, they have trailed in the second half for a grand total three and a half minutes. This season, they beat the No. 2 team in the country by 12; a No. 3 by 24; a No. 7 by 33 (on the road) and another No. 7 team by 41. Only one conference game was closer than 20. (They beat Seton Hall by 67.) Last night was their worst game of the season: A 15-point win over Notre Dame (another top 10 team) where they only scored 59 points. They are very good.
With their sixth national championship in 11 years all but assured, UConn is approaching UCLA-like dominance of their sport. But it’s not just that nobody can compete with Connecticut. Nobody competes with anybody. There are eight conference champions this year that did not lose a game in conference. Stanford, who lost to UConn by 12, went 28-1 and also won every game (except one) by double digits. Nebraska is undefeated and almost all of their wins are by 10 or more as well. Yet, neither is considered a serious threat to knock off the Huskies in the tournament. The NCAA is a one-team league.
I walked home feeling guilty and awful. Was there something wrong with me that Josh’s offer to hail me a cab made me so angry? What was my problem, anyway? A guy asks me to call him so he knows I got home in one piece, and I want to puke on his shoes and flee the scene of the crime, maybe stopping at the good deli on the way home for a cookie. Is that normal? How was I ever going to find a boyfriend, a husband, or a man who might actually be a good father from the pool of guys I actually found attractive? Would the guy who told me to come out to LA so he could slap me in the face while I sucked his dick laugh patiently at my cousin Sherman’s corny jokes on Passover? Would the guy who said with utmost romantic sincerity that “fucking me was like a porno” be there to wipe down my sweaty forehead after hours of labor? To nurse me through panic attacks and career shifts and the alternating Saturday afternoons of crying in long stretches for no apparent reason other than that it’s simply a part of a messy, human adult life? Here was a good guy — a mensch — with the libido of a teenager and a nice apartment who makes a good living, who wants to take me out on a Saturday night, and I couldn’t even do him the favor of falling in love with him and teabagging his shaved junk.
Early Bird Special: Andy Samberg drops by the set of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon “unannounced” for an “impromptu” performance of classic nerdcore hip hip joint “Lazy Sunday” with guest Chris Parnell and LNwJF house band, The Roots.
[lnwjf.]
dope.
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The John Hughes montage at the Academy Awards.
Yes. And it’s worth noting that none of these movies received even Oscar nominations. But heck, better late than never.
Husbands and Husbands
This video is only a minute long. You won’t regret watching it.
Watch what happens when a little boy named Calen meets a pair of husbands for the first time. He talked things out, asked a few questions, and things just seemed to click in his head for him.
Let’s quit with the ignorance and fear and play ping pong. (rb)
Ah, kids are cute.
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