it's not my last life at all
I guess that, at some point, you have to end up drunk and crying on the floor outside someone's bathroom, or else you're just not twenty-four. So maybe, in the long run, it won't be a big deal. But for the moment it's just...changed some things. I don't know what yet. I don't have anything to say. In the meantime, the Pixie and I went to Romeo & Juliet at Lincoln Center, and left at intermission because we are not grown-ups. We ran around the building for a little while, watching people out in the courtyard and feeling like someone was going to give us detention. Then we went to Great Adventure and got really excited about "It's Gonna Be Me" playing over the sound system. No, seriously. Twenty-four to fourteen, in three days flat.
So the rest of this post is going to be about ILX.
Dave wants teenage MySpacers to join the teenpop thread (but I am posting this here and not there because this is more about me and my relationship with a certain kind of discussion than anything else). Would the teenage MySpacers be able to keep up? Or want to? This is not a criticism of them; I am a college-educated adult who has read Benjamin, and I still don't know what the fuck you're all talking about when you start talking about Benjamin. (And, here's the key: I don't care to. I don't like Benjamin. This is not the same as my violently opposing Catharine MacKinnon; me and MacKinnon at least had a conversation. I read her and understood her, and then made the decision to disagree with her. I do not recall ever having an intelligent thought about Benjamin. My thoughts on Banjamin are limited to: "Shut up." Although we've established that I have the attention span of a ninth-grader, so.) I was a random Googler, of sorts--initially, I found the teenpop thread by Googling Kara DioGuardi (surprise)--so I do think that random Googlers are able to integrate into the teenpop thread and ILX as a whole. But the thing is, it took me like a year (and a blog) to integrate. When I first found the teenpop thread, I read approximately three posts before getting really tired and just ctrl-f-ing Kara's name the rest of the way through. I came back because I felt like I wasn't going to understand Cure for Bedbugs, either, otherwise--and then it was six months before I actually posted anything. The problem I had (have) with ILX is actually the same problem I had with Benjamin and...whoever else I was supposed to read with Benjamin: you can't read him unless you read what he reads. (Although he did it on purpose, I think, whereas people on ILX just happen to be over my head half the time, and talking about Skye Sweetnam the other half.) And my instinct is to engage the text, not the text behind the text, plus I'm not familiar with the text behind the text, so I end up counting myself out of the conversation before it even starts, really, because it is a conversation I am neither willing nor able to have. And like...teenage MySpacers haven't even read Benjamin yet! Sucks for them!
Did that make sense?
Speaking of things that require way too much effort, is anybody else bothered by the new Beyonce song being like thirty-seven minutes long? Cablevision ran an emergency broadcasting system test in the middle of it, and the song was still going. (Also, the test was better than the song: some robot chick narrating the weather report over rustly muzak with staticky dudes arguing in the background and a bunch of staccato beeps. I think it was produced by Timbaland.)
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