Apparently there's a whole new philosophical movement of which I'm unaware, and about which I couldn't be more happy. This, from the September 8 edition of The Sound of Young America in which Jesse Thorn is interviewing Lisa Jervis & Andi Zeisler, founding co-editors of the magazine Bitch about their 10th anniversary collection of essays from the magazine:
They're speaking about literary and cultural criticism in pop culture, but I think it applies to the wider public discourse. No one argues rhetoric anymore... they just insult and denigrate those who think differently and congratulate themselves for having won some sort of intellectual battle.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm right there on the front lines of wielding ironic snark, but that doesn't mean I don't find it wearying.
Okay, the good news is that I got to talk to my mom on Sunday, and she's faring a little better. A quick catch up for those of you who're wondering: She fell again a couple weeks ago, and -- I think I'm remembering this correctly -- bruised a couple of ribs. Her recovery's been a little slow, but she's been feeling a bit better, and she's started physical therapy. So we're keeping our fingers crossed.
She'll be leaving for San Diego soon, to spend the rest of the year with my brother there, so I won't be seeing her for the holidays. Since I don't want to wait 'til next spring for her to return to Pittsburgh, I'm going to hop a flight in for a memorial mass for my dad in early November, and stay through the weekend. This is good, for hopefully I'll get to see him, him and them. And her. And her.
Basically, I'm screwed and there can't possibly be enough time. Which won't stop me from trying.
They're speaking about literary and cultural criticism in pop culture, but I think it applies to the wider public discourse. No one argues rhetoric anymore... they just insult and denigrate those who think differently and congratulate themselves for having won some sort of intellectual battle.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm right there on the front lines of wielding ironic snark, but that doesn't mean I don't find it wearying.
Okay, the good news is that I got to talk to my mom on Sunday, and she's faring a little better. A quick catch up for those of you who're wondering: She fell again a couple weeks ago, and -- I think I'm remembering this correctly -- bruised a couple of ribs. Her recovery's been a little slow, but she's been feeling a bit better, and she's started physical therapy. So we're keeping our fingers crossed.
She'll be leaving for San Diego soon, to spend the rest of the year with my brother there, so I won't be seeing her for the holidays. Since I don't want to wait 'til next spring for her to return to Pittsburgh, I'm going to hop a flight in for a memorial mass for my dad in early November, and stay through the weekend. This is good, for hopefully I'll get to see him, him and them. And her. And her.
Basically, I'm screwed and there can't possibly be enough time. Which won't stop me from trying.
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