The Meet the Press interview was a disaster for NBC, for America, and–fortunately for the continued existence of this country–for Trump’s legal defense as well.
The corporate media is treating Trump as if he’s running again as a newbie, as if it’s always Groundhog Day in Trumplandia.
on a daily basis. Their response so far has been so lackadaisical that’s almost as if they want to be Swift Boated.
Last week, Dan Schneider interviewed me for a podcast on Tallulah. My fellow guests were two generation- Z women: Julia Schnarr, an undergrad who’s made a student film about her and wants to make a feature one, and Carrie Chappell, who’s written a book of poems riffing on TB. They reminded me how relevant figures from the past always remain. It was interesting to hear everyone’s take on TB: the podcast lasts two hours but could have easily gone overtime. We all learned a lot!
Grandma Sallie [a/k/a Sarah, born Zoli], who claimed she’d gotten virtually zero parenting lodged in close tenement quarters with many other siblings and two hard-working parents, doted on my father. And yet she felt compelled to remind him that her own resentment had never/would never go away–if she was giving him what she’d never received, it was purely discretionary on her part, and could be pulled out right from under him at any moment. Love and parenting as mixed message.
From my father’s autobiography. Will annotate shortly:
“Once reading to me for bed when I was very young, my mother told me what she said was a joke. A little boy about my age was Was nervously, hesitantly, fearfully standing up on his bed. next to the bed was his mother, her arms cupped wide apart. “Come on, go ahead, jump,” She earnestly exhorted. “I’m here. You won’t get hurt. I’m your mother and I’ll catch you. Promise.” After several minutes of cajoling, the reluctant boy finally complied.
The mother stepped back and dropped her arms. The boy crashed to the floor and cried hysterically. End of joke.
I remember thinking this was mysteriously not in any way funny or even comprehensible, as my mother laughingly turned to me and delivered the punch line: “You see, Joey, never trust anyone, even your own mother.”
They scam potential ticket-buyers, myself among them as of last week, by trying to simulate the actual look of performing arts venue web sites, then charging outlandish prices for tickets that are 500 % more than the actual prices.
I’m tired of hearing kvetches about how the major classical performing arts institutions don’t do enough to attract a younger audience. The reality is that our society has done everything it can to prevent young potential audiences from ever gravitating toward some of the greatest works of art ever created.
In Curtains? The Future of the Arts in America, Kaiser writes, “Today we have a generation of college students who did not routinely receive arts programming in elementary in high school—a generation that is, by and large, culturally illiterate with respect to classical repertory.”
Even Rachel Maddow still refers to the treasonous slough of right-wing media as the “conservative media.” Don’t do that. There is nothing conservative about a nihilist movement. Were the Bolsheviks “conservative”?
but we’d like you to lay off the homophobia.
As he creamed over Donald Trump’s alleged hardness last week, Watters accompanied his swoons with the claim that he had an “unblemished record” of heterosexuality.
on the condition that they agree to sacrifice every drop of personal integrity and dignity that they may have once possessed.
Shameless buffoon Watters flashes a coy leer as he tells his viewers how “hard” Trump looks in his cartoonish mug shot.
