Category Archives: Human Beings of Note

Music Video Monday #18: Broken Bells’ “The Ghost Inside.”

I love the concept of this video. The internal and physical ramifications of failure; the disappointment of illusions; wanting so badly to get somewhere, having everything go wrong and being forced to give up more than you’re able to to get there: it’s a situation I can relate to. And the vibrance of the dream is such a powerful contrast to the drab grayness of reality. Christina Hendricks is in top form, as per usual, and I love that she doesn’t play a typical video vixen, but a woman with depth and drive and desire for something other than a man. Kudos, James Mercer and Danger Mouse, on a video well done.

I Am A Woman Obsessed.

I’ve been browsing for fabrics for my Home Ec class the past couple of days, and have procured some really good thrift store finds. Who knew fabric shopping could be so addicting? I had it mostly under control, but then I stumbled upon some Amy Butler fabrics on Etsy and now I’m basically a goner. Her patterns are so bright and are the perfect combination of vintage and modern. I die for florals!

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It is taking most of my physical strength to resist the urge to spend all of my money on these fabrics de la Amy Butler. What have you done to me, girl?!

Kiss Me, I’m Irish.

I just finished reading ‘Tis, the second of three memoirs written by Frank McCourt, who is perhaps most well-known for his first memoir Angela’s Ashes, which is a Pulitzer Prize-winner to boot. There’s something about McCourt’s writing that is so accessible, so tangible, on top of being absolutely hilarious. Even though he writes about incredibly depressing things like his father abandoning the family to drink away his wages in the pubs and leaving the family to live in utter poverty, McCourt never departs from his sense of humor, and there is something about that that is incredibly profound and forgiving. Both books are wonderful and I recommend them highly.

Anyway, so I finished ‘Tis and I was looking on YouTube for some clips of Frank McCourt because I was curious to see if he still had a pronounced Irish brogue after living in America for so many years. I came across this video of McCourt reading from Angela’s Ashes and was so charmed by his reading, by his accent and the clever delivery of this passage. And this is speaking purely from my individual experience, but how are the Irish so funny? It’s like all the humor that was meant to be spread out among the Earth’s inhabitants somehow got concentrated in Ireland.

Music Video Monday #15: Fiona Apple’s “O Sailor.”

And to think, I had almost forgotten how much I loved Fiona Apple! I love the theatricality of this video, how it has all the makings of a hazy, eerie dream: elaborate costumes, choreographed dancing, fog machines, etc. And the lighting is excellent.

And, as an added bonus because this is my 200th post (!), here is another Fiona video from 2005 co-starring a pre-The Hangover Zach Galifiniakis. It’s such a light-hearted and funny video for the usually melancholy Ms. Apple, but let’s be honest, what could be serious if it has Zach Galifiniakis in it?

Dear Sookie: I Have A Crush On You. Love, Snoop Dogg.

Tomorrow, I will write a real post. But for today, all I have is this.

What a great tribute to America’s favorite telepathic vampire-loving Southern waitress. I’m glad someone else loves Sookie Stackhouse as much as me and my dad do.

The Dude Abides.

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“Yeah, well, you know, that’s just, like, your opinion, man.” – The Dude, The Big Lebowski

I am absolutely overwhelmed by how amazing this is. I could only hope for such creativity, to be able to use such a unique medium to create art. And Erika Iris Simmons chose a great subject, I must say.

Arghh, I want to make something now!

“The Best Day of Adrian Brody’s Life.”

I love Adrian Brody. I love his giant schnoz and his lanky bod, probably moreso after seeing this. And I love that someone spent the time making this… what a tender and danceable act of love.

My brothers and I have been singing Adrian Brody’s name in robot voices the whole week. I want to go on a BrodyQuest!

A Royal Monarchy: Yay or Nay?

I just finished watching The Young Victoria, which, aside from being a smorgasbord of extravagant costumes and stunning architecture, was a really fascinating story about what it means to assume the throne as Sovereign of England as an eighteen-year-old girl. Intense stuff. One scene I found incredibly evocative was when the former Queen is advising the new Queen, Victoria, against politicians who will try to take advantage of her youth and inexperience: the former Queen tells Victoria, in essence, that politicians always resent the monarchy because politicians come and go, but the monarchy is always there.

So naturally, I started thinking about the pros and cons of a monarchy, and how strange the monarchy is in theory. On the pro side, monarchies are something that can always be counted on; there’s never any question about who will ascend the throne once the current Sovereign is no longer. On the con side, the monarchy is always there and the population can’t choose a new one, no matter how much they may want to. I suppose that’s what the Prime Minister is for, to make the people feel like they have some choice in the matter. But what I have to wonder about a monarchy is, who decided that one particular family should be the rulers of all of England for the rest of time? I suppose it was waaaaaay back in time when governments were just being born; I can just imagine someone saying “This family has wealth and power and a good reputation, so naturally, they should be in charge,” but when exactly was it decided that they would be the rulers forever? I guess I don’t have an answer. And perhaps it’s simply my uncultured American mind, but the thing that gets me about monarchies is that they thrust people who may be incredibly ill-suited to run a country into the highest position of power. Just because Elizabeth was a great Queen doesn’t mean that her progeny will be great as well; the heirs may very well be slackers. And it seems, from what I’ve seen/read of royalty, that many monarchs assume the throne not with great confidence or conviction, but with a resigned sense of duty. It’s a big job, and I suspect it appears even bigger when you don’t possess the freedom to pursue it voluntarily.

Sometimes I think how lucky it would be to be born into a royal family, but a lot of the time I just feel sorry for royals because they probably just want to have a normal life and be able to have a job that they want and to marry a commoner if they want to. Which I suppose is another downside of being a monarch: arranged marriages. I’ve heard it said that royals are told that they marry who they have to, and sleep with who they want to; again, maybe the concept is just foreign to my American mind, but it seems so sad to have to lump marriage into the category of “duty,” or at the very least something that is advantageous for all parties involved even if it’s devoid of love. Like poor Charles and Diana. And I say, good for Charles that after years and years of loving a woman that he wasn’t supposed to love, that he was finally able to marry her. Sadly, I’m sure the Queen was not pleased in the slightest.

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But a marriage built on real love is possible in a monarchy, even if it’s rare. Victoria and Prince Albert, I would argue, had one of the greatest love stories of all time. She married him by choice, and they understood each other and were completely devoted to each other. Their relationship was a true partnership, and it showed in the way they shared the Queen’s work. When Prince Albert died in his early forties, Victoria never remarried, but she continued to lay out his clothes each day and wore black mourning clothes until she died at the age of 81. What love! What devotion! Seriously, theirs is the kind of love story that I hope for.

say, honey, did you belong to me?

joanna newsom is amazing. this is common knowledge.
her new album have one on me is pure sonic excellence. can we just soak ourselves for a minute in joanna’s divine performance of “soft as chalk” on the jimmy fallon show?

i think i would likely give up an appendage to see joanna newsom perform live. her voice is simultaneously so powerful and so subtly nuanced, and in my opinion, she’s the best female songwriter in music today. and the way she sings out of the side of her mouth is so darn cute!

cheaters and the cheated-on.

today in my women’s studies class, in what was supposed to be a group discussion about the secret lives of bees, the conversation somehow came to tiger woods and the scandal surrounding him. someone informed me that his wife, elin, had returned to him and that they were going to try to work things out. i can’t even begin to describe how disappointing this is.

i can’t even imagine being in the position that elin has been in for the past few months, being publicly humiliated and knowing that everyone in the world is aware of her husband’s infidelity. in light of tiger’s recent public apology (which, to me, seemed robotic and disingenuous), elin is put in an even trickier position now, having to choose whether or not she will leave him. it seems to me like she’s damned if she does, and damned if she doesn’t: if she leaves him, she’ll be seen as a bitch who isn’t big enough to accept his apology and try again, but if she stays, she can be viewed as weak and dependent.

it would be easy for someone to argue that this tiger woods scandal has no bearing on the everyday lives of normal people, but that would be a false assumption. this scenario in which a famous man cheats on his wife repeatedly, and, under public scrutiny and the threat of his wife leaving him, makes a public apology that gives no solid indication of whether or not he is really remorseful about what he did aside from getting caught and that results in his wife’s subsequent return to him, is something that will subconsciously reinforce male sexual entitlement and sexism toward women who are victims of adultery.

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i read an article on npr about tiger woods and the culture of celebrity cheating, and how men are often the ones who get caught up in adulterous affairs because men’s heads inflate when they realize they have power, and women are more attracted to powerful men than men are attracted to powerful women. this statement makes sense to a certain degree, but there’s a sexist twinge to it that reverberates in my ears. this statement almost makes it sound like men have these noble intentions, and shoot, they can’t help it if they’re powerful, but then these darn women come along who are enticed by their power and seduce them into an affair, and men can’t help succumbing to their sexual desires. men being tempted into sin by a woman and her (undoubtedly attractive) physicality? sounds like an argument straight from augustine, but we’re not living in the 4th century, so i’m not buying it. a massive ego doesn’t seem like enough of a valid reason for men’s cheating, so i’m going to posit that it has more to do with privilege.

i can think of probably twenty male celebrities off the top of my head who have been caught in an affair and whose good-guy image was restored after they apologized and stayed out of trouble for a while. bill clinton comes to mind, as do hugh grant and kobe bryant. it is a privilege particular to men that allows for the fact that an affair is not a career-ender for men and there is no social stigma placed on them for cheating (which unfortunately can’t be said for the northern ireland first minister’s wife, who will probably never regain credibility). however, many men are able to keep it in their pants and be faithful to their wives. how? personal virtue and morals. but virtue doesn’t reinforce a man’s sense of his own power. taking what one wants and feels entitled to via engaging in an extramarital affair can, or at least it did for tiger. what this teaches men is that as long as they go through the motions of apologizing and expressing contrition, the whole thing can be forgiven with little to no harm done, and that their wives will always take them back.

one could argue that it’s honorable for elin to return to tiger, and i definitely think there’s something to be said for trying to make a marriage work when fifty percent of americans just give up and divorce at the first sign of trouble simply because it’s easier. but at the same time, it makes me wonder how much a woman should be expected to endure. i could maybe understand if elin forgave tiger for one isolated incident of adultery with one person, but when it’s many incidents with many women over the course of many years, that’s irreparable damage to a marriage, in my mind. even when women are the ones being cheated on, they still managed to get blamed for the dissolution of a marriage; as i said before, you’re damned if you and damned if you don’t. women shouldn’t have to bear the burden of having to try to fix a marriage that can’t be fixed for fear of social chastisement. sadly, this elin-tiger debacle is doing just that: elevating the level of betrayal and infidelity that a woman should put up with from her husband, who made a sacred vow to honor and cherish her, and failed; making women feel like men are entitled to a second (or third, or fourth) chance when they would not be afforded the same if the tables were turned.