No más poder a quién ha demostrado que no sabe usarlo.
This is why, even though I love my cats, I’m a dog person.
I have to learn to accept that I can’t will people gay.
—Me telling my sponsor I still think he’s nice despite being straight.
I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations.
I sure like this guy.
This is how Gus sits when I’m trying to meditate.
Bookish parodies of Kanye > Actual Kanye
But David Foster Wallace predicted a hopeful turn. He could see a new wave of artistic rebels who “might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels… who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles… Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue.” Yet Wallace was tentative and self-conscious in describing these rebels of sincerity. He suspected they would be called out as “backward, quaint, naïve, anachronistic.” He didn’t know if their mission would succeed, but he knew real rebels risked disapproval. As far as he could tell, the next wave of great artists would dare to cut against the prevailing tone of cynicism and irony, risking “sentimentality,” “ovecredulity” and “softness.”
I have way less patience for sarcasm and ridicule than I use to.