6:30am: if i wake up now i can shower and blowdry and strighten my hair. 7am: if i wake up now i can shower and just let my hair go curly. 7:30am: if i wake up now i can just rinse off and wash my face and throw my hair up. 8am: if i wake up now i can just redo last night’s makeup, throw my hair up and spray on some perfume.
And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on, and your friends, they sing along and they love you. But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through. You’ll fake it if you have to, and you’ll show up for work with a smile. You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown-up and a better daughter (or son) and a real good friend. And you’ll be awake; you’ll be alert. You’ll be positive, though it hurts, and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest. You’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.
One man cut a swath in the woods just outside Taft, a half acre or so, and opened a bar with a few whores. He did this under the eyes of several rangers. A flummoxed ranger sent a telegram to Missoula, no idea how to proceed.
"Two undesirable prostitutes established on government land," he wired. "What should I do?"
Another ranger wired back: “Get two desirable ones.”
Timothy Egan, The Big Burn (My favorite excerpt from this book, so far.)
I read his other book, The Worst Hard Time (about the Dust Bowl), a year ago and it is one of my top 5 favorites of all time. This one is climbing up to that list pretty quickly, too.
lesson #1: do not become involved with a guy who has recently broken up with his long-term girlfriend.
you’ll lock eyes and kiss and touch and whisper and play. and your heart will swell. then he’ll become awkward and distant. and he’ll recount to you how he and his ex got back together.
you will feel:
like a rebound slut
like a total moron
of secondary (if not last-iary) importance
like your heart has fallen out of your chest
and yet, you will smile and be diplomatic by saying that it is probably for the best. you will thank your winning smile and fine tuned acting skills that hide the sheer shock from showing on your face. but when you enter your solitary apartment, it will truly hit you: somehow you are more alone than you were this morning.
“As the remix took off, I became increasingly uncomfortable with its separation from the underlying situation. A woman was sexually assaulted and her brother was rightfully upset. People online seemed to be laughing at him and not with him (because he wasn’t laughing), as Dodson fulfilled multiple stereotypes in one short news segment. Watching the wider Web jump on this meme, all but forgetting why Dodson was upset, seemed like a form of ‘class tourism.’ Folks with no exposure to the projects could dip their toes into YouTube and get a taste.”—
Baratunde Thurston, web editor for The Onion, talking about the Antoine Dodson thing.
this. i only ever watched the original video once and never understood how people were howling with laughter from it. i found it to be pretty sad that the remix was like #1 on itunes or something. at least he put a lot of the money he earned from it back into his community.