Go for it, B.
Full article here , from NYT:
Some years ago, I was awakened early one morning by a phone call from a friend. She had just broken up with a boyfriend she still loved and was desperate to justify her decision. “Can you believe it!” she shouted into the phone. “He hadn’t even heard of Pushkin!” We’ve all been there. Or some of us have. Anyone who cares about books has at some point confronted the Pushkin problem: when a missed — or misguided — literary reference makes it chillingly clear that a romance is going nowhere fast. At least since Dante’s Paolo and Francesca fell in love over tales of Lancelot, literary taste has been a good shorthand for gauging compatibility. These days, thanks to social networking sites like Facebook andMySpace, listing your favorite books and authors is a crucial, if risky, part of self-branding. When it comes to online dating, even casual references can turn into deal breakers. Sussing out a date’s taste in books is “actually a pretty good way — as a sort of first pass — of getting a sense of someone,” said Anna Fels, a Manhattan psychiatrist and the author of “Necessary Dreams: Ambition in Women’s Changing Lives.” “It’s a bit of a Rorschach test.” To Fels (who happens to be married to the literary publisher and writer James Atlas), reading habits can be a rough indicator of other qualities. “It tells something about … their level of intellectual curiosity, what their style is,” Fels said. “It speaks to class, educational level.”
I think this is cool
heehee and weird
Spring is almost here. I am so excited to bike around brooklyn and wear skirts! I bought a pair of little heels for the sole purpose of wearing on my bike. Entirely stole my biking style from this blog.
This blog will make you want a bike real bad.
PhotoshopDisasters is exactly what it sounds like.
Mostly ad and magazine f*** ups. The cheap movie posters and celebrity photoshop problems are my favorites.
that’s the nappak
Then put soap in your butt! All the time! Aaahhhhhhh
Emily and I used to listen to this all the time at Exeter. Christ that’s a great music video.
And this is the new Snoop. My favorite part? The VCR retro effect at the beginning and the end.
“It further unravels with a piece called “Figuring It Out,” featuring five women grappling with different body types. But rather than include even one who is moderately chubby — or even mildly bloated from last night’s pizza binge — they are instead: thin; tall and thin; short and thin; pregnant but still thin; and “curvy,” which in People-speak would mean Queen Latifah, but in Vogue translates as “thin with boobs.” And though a story on plus-sized singer/actress Jill Scott looks heartening at first, it’s actually a very ordinary shopping piece that could fit in any other Vogue if the editors felt like it; its placement in this issue makes it an oblique commentary on her waistline, as if they’re pretending not to notice while silently screaming, “SEE? We LOVE big people.”
Jezebel comments on the King Kong-ish cover here..
Look at the wittle puggle! It’s name is Juliette. Anyway, this site popped up on my gmail today. How can a dog be Amish? And more importantly, aren’t the Amish not supposed to be using the internet to sell their goods?? And one more thing, puggles are kind of the cool new breed (they’re like the iPods of the dog world), so I’m suprised that the Amish are up on this shit.
Seems useful, no? Maybe more useful in college. Hey, remember when Sarah crashed on her bike and got snapple and broken glass everywhere? Aw, Sauce. That makes me laugh and worry at the same time.
Man Claims to Speak ‘Australian’ After Allegedly Being Raped by Wombat What is the best part of this story?
- Wombat rape
- Speaking Australian
- “Cradock pleaded guilty in the local court to using a phone for a fictitious purpose”
It turns out the island is actually a peninsula. Boy, are they embarrassed.
The power to keep track of all the new heroes becomes way rarer than invisibility or time travel. Seeking to scrimp on budgets, NBC rolls out an entirely special-effects-free spinoff called Bystanders.
In order to prove a housewife’s flulike symptoms are actually a rare bronchial infection contracted from giraffe dung, House must kill and dissect the housewife. His colleagues protest this grave Hippocratic breach until—guess what? Turns out he was right about the giraffe-crap thing.
How I Met Your Mother
The show takes a dark and unexpected turn when Ted’s children are conceived, but then aborted.
Attempting to revive his strike-threatened show, Ned decides to “touch himself.” Unfortunately, he enjoys it so much he touches himself again, killing the series for good.
Everyone on the show dies, just minutes before the surgeon general warns that a diet of martinis, Lucky Strikes, and hard-boiled eggs might not be the best idea.
In a case designed specifically to take advantage of the CSI unit’s skills, the cops must track down a serial killer who stabs his victims with knives made of frozen bodily fluids.
In a finale directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, the Geico-ad spinoff abandons broad comedy; instead, the prehistoric buddies face existential oblivion when a Christian Evangelist denies they ever existed. The final confrontation, in a disused bowling alley, has much to teach us about life in 21st-century America. Eat that, critics!
In an embarrassing mix-up, Simon, Randy, and Paula tell Militia he will not be going to Hollywood. He kills them.
Discovery Channel Planet Earth
Some crazy fish things eat these weird plankton-y guys. Plus: HD crab fight!
Man vs. Wild
Wild wins. Werner Herzog advises America not to watch the final episode.
Rachael wraps a pretzel in a piece of bologna and calls it a “healthy 30-second snack.” TV executives reward her with another multimillion-dollar contract.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, So You Think You Can Dance, and Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?
The shows end with the answers “Me,” “Not really,” and “Yes.”
UPDATE: I AM REALLY NOT AWARE AT ALL. APPARENTLY, BECKY POSTED THIS ALREADY.
Um, that was the test. Steph, you passed.
My theory is that Stella is going to be one of The Mother’s BFFs and that she’ll say “Oh weird! My friend just lost her yellow umbrella on St. Patty’s Day! YOU SHOULD MEET HER”
That is a real lion!! It is not stuffed. I want to snuggle it immediately.
I think this is for women who are trying too hard.
ORLA KIELY PAPER GOODS ARE THE ANSWER TO MY PRAYERS OH GOD I WANT THEM SO BADLY
“features a black felt faceplate, chrome keys, and a polished brass frame left unvarnished so it will develop a deep, rich patina as it ages”
Are these hot or not? I can’t tell.
Oh my god I just want to marry it
I just added a CNN world news feed to one of the website I maintain for work, and guess what’s on it today? This article. I’m glad it is able to brighten more people’s days.
But this is a really good article on how the romantic comedy genre has changed.
.. and explains my last relationship. THANKS!
This article is hilarious, and it has a quotes from James Van Der Beek. You know what I hate? How a cappella groups think they are cool by covering Kanye West. And how no matter what, all their songs end with “whoa whoa whoa whoaaaaaaa.” Jazz hands. Yah!