Volume CCXXXII, Number
27 November, 2002
Page 3
Here's a ripping discussion of the most important cultural phenomenon of our time, or, if you did not graduate from an Ivy League university, of what was on TV last night, from the very impressed-with-themselves-but-in-an-ironic-sort-of-way-so-it's-OK- to-sound-like-an-asshole gang at Stale:
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| What's happening in our readers' forum. |
| Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2002 |
| Good vibrations: In the wake of Sunday night's Sopranos (and our shrinks' rediagnoses), many viewers have announced that the show is in danger of losing them. Bada Bing is to the point here: "Another show like the last one, and it will get a toe tag." |
| Judith Shulevitz and Buffalo Gal are fighting over Glen Gabbard's therapeutic style. Some clips: |
| JS here: I'm horrified by Glen Gabbard's highly unprofessional claim that it was healthy for Janice to push Ralph down the stairs, nearly breaking his back-that it was necessary for her "to stop being a doormat." What pseudofeminist hogwash! … [E]ncouraging Janice to wallow in her already brimming pool of self-pity inevitably led to Janice acting out, and when Janice acts out, she becomes a psychopath, just like her mother and to a lesser degree her brother. |
| BG here : [I]t is possible to be both aggressor and victim. No one can say Ralphie is anything other than a miserable psychopath, abusing women left and right. ("Sorry I disrespected the Bing" after committing murder!) |
| David NYC and Mitch have the best discussion of Janice (beginning here) and the ontological status of fictional psychopathy (or, who decides how crazy she should be?). ... |
Here's one recommended by the Rear Guardian, so you know it's got to be grim up north.
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I am sick. That's vomit and spinny head sick, not 'thoughts of your ma' sick. I didn't mean to get drunk on Friday. Really I didn't. After such a stressful day of matriculating uni and facing the horrendous picture on my student card for yet another year, I knew I needed alcohol. And with Young B and Straight Man A in tow there wasn't much I could do but drink the cheap alcopops and eat peppery chips. The peppery portion of chips was all I'd eaten all day. I was hungover from the previous evening. I was more tired than a real tired person. The only place I should have been was in my bed. I shouldn;t have been in the pub doing 'buy one get one free' deals. Nevermind. I had about 10 alcopops and hung out with my buds while speaking a lots of nonsense about stuff I really shouldn't have been talking about, even to myself but drunken confessions aside, it was more than a swell ol' evening. Of course it didn;t feel so swell when my gut began to swell in the middle of the night and I vomited til I thought I my eyes may release themselves from their sockets. It just wouldn't stop. It hurt so bad but the bile just kept on coming. Being well accustomed to drunken pukes, I knew this was differnet. Fuck. I was a real ill person. I called in sick to my work, with much disapproval from my boss and lay in bed downing Pepto Bismal by the bottle. I'm not a good patient but luckily I had a nurse in the form of Lil Red who catered to my every need, not that she had much choice with this lazy dollop just lying there like death was looming. With the Pepto Bismal and 13 hours sleep I had from sunday - saturday I though I was swell to go to the pub on sunday afternoon, for a water and to watch everyone else smoke and drink. I made it into town upon my shaky legs and as the nausea had subsided I thought it would be a real good idea to order up nachos with cheese and jalepeno chillis. Always a wise move when you've been vomiting, really. So, needless to say I was sent to bed at 5pm where I stressed over the day of uni to follow. I feel about 2% better but still feeling like I died and have made a 'buffy-esque' recovery. It's not a pleasant feeling, being incarcarated amongst 1000s of fresher students who squeal so loudly and all try and sit on your knee on the overly packed bus. Neither is it pleasant to have bright pink piss after so much pepto bismal which I did not, I repeat NOT, buy because I have diarhea. The man at the counter decided to talk very loudly about the pains of diarhea to me whilst I stood there pink as Pink with a hoard of about 50 people jostling me from behind trying to get served. Mortified I was. Anyway, enough about non solid stools and more about class because that's where I'm headed now. Oh how life is cruel.
From the always-fascinating E! Online comes a thought-provoking celebrity interview with the, uh, well-known and well-spoken celebrity, um, her name is down there somewhere, isn't it?
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They Drink Like Fish, Snort Like Pigs and Hump Like Bunnies: Meet the Camden College Kids
Lauren's Extracurricular Activities: Saving her virginity for Victor (Kip Pardue) but losing it to the wrong dude; providing oral sex to a prof out of boredom; paging through a photo book of venereal diseases to keep her libido in check Shannyn on Lauren: "I can't imagine going through that stuff. I can't. Why the hell is she letting this shit happen to her? What is she doing? 'Cuz she's obviously a cool girl." Shannyn's Alma Mater: She skipped college. What College Means to Me: "I
really have no clue. Sometimes I get sad because I wish I had tried
it, but I didn't feel like it at the time, so I'm glad I didn't. I
feel bad for all the kids who go to college just because they feel
they have to. That's actually a lot of characters in the
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Here's an expert at ESPN discussing with the fans the academic future of a promising high school student with a view to maximizing his intellectual, spiritual and moral potential. He also throws the ball. |
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[And there's plenty more out there. Happy Surfing! -- Ed.]
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Tom Lemming: I'm here. Let's talk recruiting.