You may remember that I was quite complimentary of Ms. Miley Cyrus a few days ago. Sadly, it has come out that Jesse, the young homeless man Miley allowed to collect her award for her and speak on a very public stage about youth homelessness, might not be so homeless after all. While the messenger doesn't matter to me as much as the message, it's a shame that this has become (and may well remain) "the story," and not the young people struggling on the streets of our cities. Full story at Uproxx.
According to the Washington Post, you have no black friends! Also according the Washington Post, you hate politics! FYI: the Washington Post is just chockfull of opinions about you.
Calling it an unfortunate accident, Zara pulls its Holocaust-era uniform-like shirt from stores, because... yeah, like, what the fuck else are you going to do when you realize one of your designers is so ignorant of European history as to "accidentally" create a shirt—apparently inspired by "Classic Western films" (umm... why's the "sheriff's badge" on the striped prisoners shirt?)—that looks like what the Nazis made the jews wear in Auschwitz?
Wow. Just wow.
Full story at The Wire.
Jon Stewart, a longtime hero of mine, loses it in the best way when reacting to Fox News' "coverage" of the Ferguson tragedy. It absolutely has to be seen. Stewart cuts through the bullshit so effortlessly, and not only damns Fox News, but the majority of white America for their sheltered, skewed views on race.
Author Stephan Eirik Clark examines Don DeLillo's White Noise, analyzing the ways its piercing look at American life still holds true, not only for him personally as an author, but for everyone.
As the scholar Mark Osteen points out in his introduction to the novel, White Noise is a deeply religious work. "Like DeLillo's later novel, Mao II (1991), it asks, ‘When the old God leaves the world, what happens to all the unexpended faith?’”
The essay doesn't burrow terribly deeply into White Noise, with most of the piece focusing a lot on the author's personal relationship with the book, but it makes some solid points—"[White Noise] held up everything for examination, even the supermarket"—and, really, I'll post just about anything about one of DeLillo's novels, as long as it is semi-coherent.
Now, time to dig out that copy of Underworld and once again promise myself I'll read it this year. For reals this time.
And then I'll tackle Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow after that. Man, am I going to be so smart! You know, whenever I get around to reading those books, which I will absolutely, definitely do. Soon.