Comments on: I felt bad this weekend

By: j

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:10:54 +0000

That’s exactly how they are, so if you’re doing them now (?) good luck to you, too. I just looked at my bookshelf and stacked on top of each other are The Creative Writing MFA Handbook and this self help book called Natural Relief For Anxiety. Yeah fucking right – nothing about this is natural and nothing about it is a relief, either.

By: tothesound

tothesound — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 03:55:19 +0000

They introduce a lot of the characters in the movie with just close ups of their person and it never failed, not once, to solicit an enormous laugh from the audience, I’m fairly certain simply because these people just looked really Jewish. I didn’t find it nearly as funny, I think because I am not Jewish. One of the men when the previews were still going yelled “LIES” after that godawful Levi’s commercial with the Whitman poem, and then stood up and clapped when the movie was over. I am 99% certain he was Jewish. None of this has anything to do with what you said (Judaism has almost nothing to do with it); I feel, though, exactly the same way.

I hope you’re getting along with grad school applications alright. Nothing else has every made me feel so bad about myself, which on a scale is a fairly positive thing, but they are horrible.

By: j

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 12:40:36 +0000

very excellent whale. that beer thing is so true, also, as are all the parts about feelings. i am always confused for a jewish person because i have curly hair and glasses and through college i really dreamed of being jewish and/or gay because my family lineage is so completely wonderbread and i wanted (want) to belong to something, if only to define myself against it. there is that groucho marx via woody allen quote about not wanting to be in a club that would have me as a member and i wouldn’t want to BE in the club, per se, but i would like to know that i belonged to the club and that it was my self-defining choice not to be in it and that i could always go back if i wanted to change my character or enrich my narrative. when i was in middle school gym class some (literally) skinhead boys decided one day out of nowhere to get in my face and halfheartedly but sincerely say things like “die, jew, die” and “you should go to the concentration camps.” this was not a stage in my life in which i tended to be bullied and so i was not particularly hurt by this, i only thought it was weird because, well, a) they were like sixty years late and in the wrong country and b) i’m not jewish. i just kind of went, like, “i’m not jewish, you guys,” and they thought about it a second and then said “whatever, faggot” and we all went back to playing floor hockey. the history of prejudice in america.