After the fourth paragraph I just kind of dozed off. Did a body end up on the hearthrug? In an imposing country place you have to have a body on the hearthrug.
I mean, it’s kind of sad. Because it could have been a humorous story. Having a guy try to tell you about a book that YOU wrote. Comedy gold. Instead, she just kinda came off like an asshole. I guess she needs a better editor?
A longer version of this article appears at Tomdispatch.com it says. That’s not good, but she needs to work this through I think. Probably her therapist assigned this essay for her, maybe so he wouldn’t have to listen to it. All I know is if I didn’t splain stuff to NG that would be really a lot passive aggressive I think.
My page-down key is curled up in the shower like it just got raped on Lifetime, so I can’t check, but I’m betting that at the end of that assholecdote — if there is an end to it — there’s a “[this asshole] is Professor of [some kind of assholery at some gathering-place of disturbingly similar assholes].”
She has that speech defect where everything she says is a resume.
Actually, psycho, the ending is priceless. Something about a United Citizens Brigade of strong feminists who destroy Sen. Joe McCarthy and save the world their daughter’s vaginas.
“how Women Strike for Peace, the extraordinary, little-known antinuclear and antiwar group founded in 1961, helped bring down the communist-hunting House Committee on Un-American Activities, Mr. Very Important II sneered at me. The House committee, he insisted, no longer existed in the early 1960s and, anyway, no women’s group played such a role in its downfall. His scorn was so withering, his confidence so aggressive, that arguing with him seemed a scary exercise in futility and an invitation to more insult.”
I know how your stomach felt at the midway mark, I felt it too, so here’s a highlight.
– Overall this kind of treckle is the sort of thing you resort to if you’re stuck for two hours in an elevator with a mime. You don’t read it of course, you just use it for something to avert your gaze, and avoid a complete mental breakdown. Although, in the case of this particular piece it would be a close call.
If I can generalize from a single sample (my wife), then it’s true that women don’t like being told things they already know, and they expect you to know without being told which things those are. It’s not true, however, that they hold themselves to the same standard, judging again by that single sample. Some of them, though, like my wife, are capable of recognizing that it is a double standard, and can maintain a sense of humor about it.
Some kindly male should explain to Ms. Solnit with excrutiatingly patronizing patience that she has a bit of a blind spot going on there.
And I’ll bet that cupid stunt, crowing about Communist front groups like “Women Strike for Peace”, is still blissfully unaware of the fact that the HUAC gang, and even (at least fundamentally) McCarthy were correct about the Communist threat in the United States (see the opened KGB files and Venona intercepts that have been released).
Why I’ll bet she still thinks J. Edgar Hoover was a closet crossdresser, when the truth is that story was planted by the KGB with the US media, who gleefully ran with it (saw an interview with some retired KGB colonel who let the cat out of the bag on that one).
In your rush to judgment, Jeff, you obviously overlooked the strength of the citation.
They played a crucial role, perhaps the crucial role (according to Eric Bentley)
Linked:
Eric Bentley (born September 14, 1916 in Bolton, Lancashire, England) is a renowned critic, playwright, singer, editor and translator. He became an American citizen in 1948, and currently lives in New York City. In 1998 he was inducted into the American Theatre Hall of Fame; he is also a member of the New York Theater Hall of Fame, in recognition of his years of performances in cabarets.
You cynically stand there, arms-folded, doubting the muscular academic lucubration of a known cock-sucking cabaret dancing historicist. Smug brute!
I think I’ll make up my own story instead of finishing hers. In my story I will have two bodies on the hearthrug. And I bet you can guess what their names are gonna be.
So, she’s all smart and all, but she can’t put the words “Shut” and “Up” together when some dolt is apparently insulting her? I feel kinda bad for her, really.
So now it is again proper to wear a kilt and give your girl the hairy brain, while eating a turkey leg as big as a bowling pin and respond at intervals with grunts and snorts?
I knew the lasses would come around eventually. Love – exciting and new.
After all, there was a moment there when I was willing to believe Mr. Very Important and his overweening confidence over my more shaky certainty.
That sounds like your problem, sister. I could introduce you to any number of women you can’t tell anything to, as well as men. Buck up and shut up. At least until you grow a pair…of lobes that will allow you to correctly assert yourself.
You missed where it said longer version of this article is available at such and such, reading that would be like volunteering for a longer Bataan Death March
Okay, Mr. Vim Portant has been bludgeoned to death with a Remington sculpture. The brains and blood have seeped into the rug, which is in front of a blazing fire. Now for the other…
Miss Per Snickity has been found in the kitchen strangled with the draws of the blind amidst the remains of a black forest torte.
The place is snowed in; the detective is investigating:
The friend of the dead woman.
The handyman
The wife of the dead man.
The dead man’s business partner
An armadillo found passed out in the liquor cabinet.
Probably a minor point, but Joe McCarthy was a senator and was not connected to the House Committee on Un-American Activities. Don’t want history to get in the way of teh narrative.
She wrote a book on the annihilation of space and t-
So, some guy in Aspen was pretentious, and kind of full of himself? Oh, the horror.
Shorter: condescending bores are even more condescendingly boring when they’re of the opposite sex. File under: archetypes.
However, there are men who are terrified of being made to look ignorant. The cartoonist Sam Hurt called it Male Answer Syndrome.
After the fourth paragraph I just kind of dozed off. Did a body end up on the hearthrug? In an imposing country place you have to have a body on the hearthrug.
“So? I hear you’ve written a couple of books.”
I replied, “Several, actually.”
But, we’re supposed to be concentrating on the guy who is smug, right? Because I’m getting confused.
I mean, it’s kind of sad. Because it could have been a humorous story. Having a guy try to tell you about a book that YOU wrote. Comedy gold. Instead, she just kinda came off like an asshole. I guess she needs a better editor?
Hmmmmm.
“I guess she needs a better editor?”
Sometimes no amount of clever editing can keep the inner asshole from shining on through.
Fixed that for you JD
ccs – Much better construction.
A longer version of this article appears at Tomdispatch.com it says. That’s not good, but she needs to work this through I think. Probably her therapist assigned this essay for her, maybe so he wouldn’t have to listen to it. All I know is if I didn’t splain stuff to NG that would be really a lot passive aggressive I think.
“an imposing man who’d made a lot of money in advertising or something like that”
Sounds like a line Seka whispers at the end of a Johnny Wad Holmes movie.
My page-down key is curled up in the shower like it just got raped on Lifetime, so I can’t check, but I’m betting that at the end of that assholecdote — if there is an end to it — there’s a “[this asshole] is Professor of [some kind of assholery at some gathering-place of disturbingly similar assholes].”
She has that speech defect where everything she says is a resume.
Makes it hard to listen.
(That’s what the story is about, right?)
Actually, psycho, the ending is priceless. Something about a United Citizens Brigade of strong feminists who destroy Sen. Joe McCarthy and save the world their daughter’s vaginas.
“how Women Strike for Peace, the extraordinary, little-known antinuclear and antiwar group founded in 1961, helped bring down the communist-hunting House Committee on Un-American Activities, Mr. Very Important II sneered at me. The House committee, he insisted, no longer existed in the early 1960s and, anyway, no women’s group played such a role in its downfall. His scorn was so withering, his confidence so aggressive, that arguing with him seemed a scary exercise in futility and an invitation to more insult.”
I know how your stomach felt at the midway mark, I felt it too, so here’s a highlight.
Wikipedia says she’s got it right, thor. Correct and tedious, though, are not mutually exclusive.
So, this insignificant group crippled Anti-communist efforts well into the 60s?
I’m sure they are proud.
– Overall this kind of treckle is the sort of thing you resort to if you’re stuck for two hours in an elevator with a mime. You don’t read it of course, you just use it for something to avert your gaze, and avoid a complete mental breakdown. Although, in the case of this particular piece it would be a close call.
Can anyone make Danica Patrick go away ?!
How much of this do you believe happened just the way it was presented?
My guess is the answer would be, “if you understood vertical logic, you wouldn’t even ask that question. Pig.”
BBH – Mimes are in the same category as midgets and clowns. Avoid at all costs.
That’s not funny.
If I can generalize from a single sample (my wife), then it’s true that women don’t like being told things they already know, and they expect you to know without being told which things those are. It’s not true, however, that they hold themselves to the same standard, judging again by that single sample. Some of them, though, like my wife, are capable of recognizing that it is a double standard, and can maintain a sense of humor about it.
Some kindly male should explain to Ms. Solnit with excrutiatingly patronizing patience that she has a bit of a blind spot going on there.
And I’ll bet that cupid stunt, crowing about Communist front groups like “Women Strike for Peace”, is still blissfully unaware of the fact that the HUAC gang, and even (at least fundamentally) McCarthy were correct about the Communist threat in the United States (see the opened KGB files and Venona intercepts that have been released).
Why I’ll bet she still thinks J. Edgar Hoover was a closet crossdresser, when the truth is that story was planted by the KGB with the US media, who gleefully ran with it (saw an interview with some retired KGB colonel who let the cat out of the bag on that one).
In your rush to judgment, Jeff, you obviously overlooked the strength of the citation.
They played a crucial role, perhaps the crucial role (according to Eric Bentley)
Linked:
Eric Bentley (born September 14, 1916 in Bolton, Lancashire, England) is a renowned critic, playwright, singer, editor and translator. He became an American citizen in 1948, and currently lives in New York City. In 1998 he was inducted into the American Theatre Hall of Fame; he is also a member of the New York Theater Hall of Fame, in recognition of his years of performances in cabarets.
You cynically stand there, arms-folded, doubting the muscular academic lucubration of a known cock-sucking cabaret dancing historicist. Smug brute!
Well, Eadweard Muybridge’s work did lead to staircase porn and, even worse, something called “bullet time”.
She seems like a root cause person.
“staircase porn”?
I’m afraid to image.google.com
I think I’ll make up my own story instead of finishing hers. In my story I will have two bodies on the hearthrug. And I bet you can guess what their names are gonna be.
So, she’s all smart and all, but she can’t put the words “Shut” and “Up” together when some dolt is apparently insulting her? I feel kinda bad for her, really.
Point of order on dating etiquette please?
So now it is again proper to wear a kilt and give your girl the hairy brain, while eating a turkey leg as big as a bowling pin and respond at intervals with grunts and snorts?
I knew the lasses would come around eventually. Love – exciting and new.
That sounds like your problem, sister. I could introduce you to any number of women you can’t tell anything to, as well as men. Buck up and shut up. At least until you grow a pair…of lobes that will allow you to correctly assert yourself.
I once had a tech support person for some cr*ppy product write that it was the anti-war protests that caused the Soviet Union to disintegrate.
So I pirated his software and published the keys. Bring it.
You missed where it said longer version of this article is available at such and such, reading that would be like volunteering for a longer Bataan Death March
Okay, Mr. Vim Portant has been bludgeoned to death with a Remington sculpture. The brains and blood have seeped into the rug, which is in front of a blazing fire. Now for the other…
Miss Per Snickity has been found in the kitchen strangled with the draws of the blind amidst the remains of a black forest torte.
The place is snowed in; the detective is investigating:
The friend of the dead woman.
The handyman
The wife of the dead man.
The dead man’s business partner
An armadillo found passed out in the liquor cabinet.
Link to a link to an unboring piece by Solnit. Sadly, you have to make your way through some crooked timber to get there.
Probably a minor point, but Joe McCarthy was a senator and was not connected to the House Committee on Un-American Activities. Don’t want history to get in the way of teh narrative.