Imagine an industry where seventy percent of your products lose money. You knit ten different types of wool socks. Seven don’t sell enough to cover the cost of the wool, while the other three are so popular they’re capable of keeping the whole enterprise afloat. TThis is the basic math of book publishing, a business model that’s evolved over the course of the last couple centuries and has alternately baffled, unnerved, and outraged the long list of hugely intelligent people who have given their lives to it. This is the basic math of book publishing, a business model that’s evolved over the course of the last couple centuries and has alternately baffled, unnerved, and outraged the long list of hugely intelligent people who have given their lives to it.
“Generation X is beyond all that bulls—- now. It quit smoking and doing coke a long time ago. It has blood pressure issues and is heavier than it would like to be. It might still take some ecstasy, if it knew where to get some. But probably not. Generation X has to be up…
Heyyyyyyy, I’m a Millennial. Sniff. Also you don’t look at day over 27, my dear.
“Generation X is beyond all that bulls—- now. It quit smoking and doing coke a long time ago. It has blood pressure issues and is heavier than it would like to be. It might still take some ecstasy, if it knew where to get some. But probably not. Generation X has to be up really early tomorrow morning.”
Wait, Hersey, are you Gen X? I think we’re near in age and I’m Gen Y… I think. Now I don’t know. Help me, Wikipedia:
"The exact date range that constitutes Generation X is the subject of diverging opinions. Part of the variance comes from slightly differing definitions of what exactly Generation X is. Geography can also influence date ranges. Another problem stems from the difficulty in exactly defining a generation by birth year, as Fran Kick explains, "please understand that there are no hard and fast lines that occur between December 31st of one year and January 1st of the next. More often than not, it’s a shift that occurs over three to five years, maybe more depending on who you ask." Most sources cite a start in the mid 1960s, though some cite that Generation X began with people born as early as 1960. Some cite an end date before the end of the 1970s while others cite an end in the early 1980s. The birth years of 1981 and 1982 are cited as common end dates, with either depending on geographics, researcher, or the determination of what year the first millennial generation officially left grade school."
Either way this is funny and accurate.
Since you called me on it Garcia, here goes (I might as well share my age, since I seem to date myself on Tumblr all the time anyway): I was born in 1980. I have heard that I’m right smack dab on the line between Gen X and Gen Y, but being from New England, I think we were at least a couple years behind major metropolitan areas. Every single item in this essay applies to me (except for that part about being a parent) and my experience growing up/becoming an adult/growing older. Here’s the saddest part: everyone in the following paragraph had an impact on me.
Generation X hasn’t had a real voice since Kurt Cobain blew his brains out,Tupac was murdered, Jeff Mangum went crazy, David Foster Wallace hung himself,Jeff Buckley drowned, River Phoenix overdosed, Elliott Smith stabbed himself (twice) in the heart, Axl got fat.
I may be on the tail end, and I’m sure there are individuals born at the same time who can claim a very different experience, but I have always, and will always, identify with the Gen X experience.
And yes, I think the perfect snowflakes that make up the Millennials should shut the hell up. Of course, who am I to say anything? I had my own Gen Xer way of being obnoxious (unrelenting cynicism and sarcasm anyone?).
“Generation X is beyond all that bulls—- now. It quit smoking and doing coke a long time ago. It has blood pressure issues and is heavier than it would like to be. It might still take some ecstasy, if it knew where to get some. But probably not. Generation X has to be up really early tomorrow morning.”—Mat Honanis tired of the Millennials complaining about how bad they have it. (via washingtonpoststyle)
“Should I talk way up at the start about how mine is NOT a story saying there are no good men left? I’m terrified of people reading it that way — when in fact the reality, as I see it, is much more subtle and complex. Statistics are indeed showing that more men are struggling now than in the past, which is a result of vast economic forces, as well as social ones (Christina Hoff Sommers wrote very presciently about "The War Against Boys" in 2000). And this is serious, and needs to be paid attention to.
But the argument that there are fewer “marriageable” men than in the past relies on an archaic definition of “marriageable”: husbands who are higher-earning, better-educated, have more status, and are taller than their wives. (The “taller” thing keeps cropping up — just because it’s a very concrete and measurable thing.) The very good news for everyone is that women tend to be much more flexible in what they find attractive, so they’ll love and marry men in spite of any new so-called “failings.” And who knows — perhaps even prefer them? I for one have never been drawn to the “traditional” catch — the captain of the lacrosse team, etc. — but I know I’m weird like that.”
Okay, yeah, that Atlantic article is really getting to me. I was trying to find one quote from it that would be perfect, but I just want to cut and paste the whole thing. It’s amazing, so do one good thing for yourself today and read it (guys and gals). Please?
Remember when everyone was freaking out Turntable FM? That thing didn’t appeal to me at alllll. But this? It’s like they built it for me. But they’re out of baggage right now! Spew some of your issues and I’ll send some songs and advice.
Oh my god, this is genius. I love it.
Will be participating in this later. I think I’m more of the “carry it” type. It allows me to ignore my own problems.
“There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there — good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory. … Now look. You built a factory and it turned into something terrific or a great idea — God bless! Keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.”—Elizabeth Warren on her Senate campaign talking tour. (via washingtonpoststyle)
In that case, why is A Creature I Don’t Know receiving minimal coverage, compared to some of this week’s other releases? (See: Girls, St. Vincent, etc.)
I think it’s because Laura Marling is 21 years old.
Nah, it’s because Laura Marling plays folk music and doesn’t have a stupid cabin-in-the-woods back story and is no longer a new artist so talking about her doesn’t improve anyone’s cultural capital/contribute to the hype economy. 7._, Recommended. You’ll notice that she got a great feature in the New York Times. Audiences matter.
So I finally gave this album a spin: first, because of lots of internet chatter, and second, because I haven’t listened to anything folky in a while. It was nice and I enjoyed it, but I have to say I don’t see it as anything special. I know I’m dating myself, but it sounds pretty much like what Jonatha Brooke or Shawn Colvin have been doing for the past 10, 20 years, and I adore both of them, btw. The great score from Pitchfork and any other attention she’s receiving I think is directly attributed not only to her talent (I won’t say she’s not talented), but also to the almost pathological need to constantly refresh the musical landscape and the lack of “folk” as pop. Why she has garnered attention instead of some other folk artist, I’m not sure, but I think it has something to do with the fact that she’s young and british and her album art is cool. Otherwise, I don’t really get the hype.
…However, I can’t help but think, as we issued in class their is also a great stigma against men and their “manly” ability. Spurred by an all too serious debate on my blog, I quoted my mother as she made a comment on the “real men” and how the men of this world are too busy primping and preening to actually be considered a man with a purpose…
…Having to compete for the smallest waist size against your husband does not sound fun to me, even if it is just a society based idea. Maybe it’s sexist, or even old fashioned for me to want a man who is able to fix things as much as or more as me, chop some wood, and wrangle a bear, as much as he is able to keep to the general standards of hygiene.
Hey there, everyone! Can we please stop talking about what makes a man a man? Please? Please?!
Okay, here’s what makes a man a man (ready? this is going to be revelatory): a penis!
No, just kidding. Sometimes men don’t even have penises. How about when someone says they’re a man, you take their word for it. Same goes for women, k?