How peculiar that Win Win, Tom McCarthy’s new film, currently plays in art houses while the much-derided hit The Blind Side was multiplex fare nationwide. Both films share the icky sense of removing a teenager from compromised circumstances entirely for one’s own ends as “the right thing.” Both, too, invite the audience to sneer and stare at individuals lacking in the protagonist’s privilege and power…
In St. Petersburg, Florida, if you’re a man and you’re willing to take a beat down from attractive women in various states of undress, you can get paid $50.
so the woman whose arm i touched took one of her ipod earbuds out and suspiciously said “is everything okay?” like i think she thought i was like trying to get money from her or gonna bomb the train or something because i was nervous and sweaty and i look a little middle-eastern, and my hand was trembling, and i said to her “i don’t know what’s happening to me, i’m really sorry, i’m terrified, i don’t know why, can you talk to me please?
Use a disproportionate amount of your free time feeling unsatisfied with how far you’ve come since you graduated. Feel like a capitalist sell-out if you work in the corporate world, or an indulgent artist if you work anywhere outside of it.
It happens every time. I blab on about tampons or Turkish delight or baby corns, ‘you know, they look like little mielies, like little baby corn on the cob thingys’ (gesturing the love child of a box of matches and a minuscule party hat). The store assistant slumps in front of me, unmoving, hair net squashed lazily on their head.