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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Promotional poster for the Anna Karina film Vivre Sa Vie (1962)
Hu Huishan Memorial // Jiakun Architects
house plants, 1964
“Describing Endora is like dancing to no music. It’s a town where nothing much ever happens and nothing much ever will.”
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape (1993) dir. Lasse Hallström
White people become writers because a teacher told them they should when they were eight years old. Our Year Two teachers told us, ‘Stop saying open the light. In English we say turn on the light.’
White people write stories that their parents read and show to their friends. Our parents were illiterate and tore pages out of our journals, saying, ‘You need to quit this hobby.’
White people write stories about the Rwandan genocide, the Vietnam War, the colonial frontier. Our histories didn’t matter so we wrote fantastic tales about vampires and owning houses with picket fences.
White people run magazines and stress the importance of diversity at launch parties in parking lots full of their boring white friends. Our stories were important because they represented changing demographics and were laden with emotion.
White people write in the second person. White people write B-grade celebrities as characters. White people write about their English relatives. White people write tributes to David Foster Wallace. White people write vapid, self-absorbed, irrelevant, inconsequential, polite bullshit.
White people write stories that stand for themselves.
White people have a death grip on culture.
Our stories run deeper, venture further, force the white gaze to their feet.
We outwrite them. And we will write them out.
fascinating how white men’s masturbatory cynicism is this deep and intelligent kind of world-weariness, wisdom, insight, whereas the usually much more warranted tbqh cynicism/distrust of people of anybody else is self-pitying irrational bitterness, unhinged, sometimes laughable, sometimes outright dangerous and threatening, but always reprehensible. white men can go on rants, write articles, pen entire books about how they hate humanity because people are, like, sheep and stupid and bad and stuff, but the anger and disillusionment of lesbians, of black men and women, of most anybody who actually has real, lived reason for a suffocating general distrust of large swaths of society, beyond from self-congratulatory condescension - that’s just pathetic and despicable, obviously
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