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I took two pop culture classes in college. One of them was supposed to be “Religion in Popular Culture,” but, bizarrely, had no religion in it at all. I learned two things that still make for interesting conversation at parties: that punk music has its origins in reggae, because punk as a counter-cultural movement began with West Indians emigrating to the UK (because they’re British citizens) in the 1960s and being marginalized in a society that already had high unemployment. White teens who want to rebel simply copy the aesthetic of whatever minority community is currently oppressed and therefore anti-authoritarian (which is why white kids in the US love rap). So reggae + rebellious white teens = punk.
Secondly, I learned that supermodels are so emaciated because that’s supposed to decrease their feminine sexuality and make them attractive to women, not men. Men are attracted to breasts and hips and whatnot, so women with these attributes are featured in advertising directed exclusively at men, such as beer commercials. But supermodels exist primarily to sell clothes and perfume; their target audience is women, and following the rule that “sex sells,” supermodels are supposed to be sexually arousing to women. So the fashion industry is founded on latent Lesbianism.

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I was a Religions major in college, so I studied Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. Everyone told me to take modern Hebrew instead of Biblical because it would be more useful in the long run, but what they didn't tell me was that Biblical is much easier than modern, and since I never did make it to Israel to actually "use" the language, I think I got kind of screwed. My Hebrew teacher learned English by listening to American rock music, so she decided that the best way to teach us Hebrew was to listen to the Israeli Top 40. Today I could not have a practical conversation in Hebrew to save my life, but I could sing several Aviv Geffen songs for you and tell you how lonely I am without you and how I long for the day we can go to the sea together.

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What do I do for a living… Well, technically, nothing. I’m a dilettante. My living comes from a trust fund left to me by a generation of hard-working ancestors who made a lot of money and then kindly died before spending it. Ha! I won’t make that same mistake. It’s not much, but it’s enough to cover the basic necessities of life in L.A.: rent, groceries, strappy heels, highlights, Pilates, collagen injections, breast implants, etc. Basically, I want to be a Beverly Hills trophy wife without the nuisance of having to get married. I used to work in management consulting, so I did have a real job at one point, and I miss the financial modeling and Excel enough that my fascination with television has led me into deep quantitative analysis of the ratings that now fills several spreadsheets in my computer (it helps to have friends at networks who send you the data straight from Nielsen’s). So if you ever have a question about the ratings, ask me. I will know the answer, or at the very least pretend that I do. Now I’m an aspiring writer, but I’ve yet to find a genre I enjoy writing in as much as I enjoy writing fan fiction.
huh int to me - reading her posts bcs good VM analysis. notably smart. and some nice turns of phrase, sensibility eg above re cld sing in hebrew how long to go to seas with you. so I suppose am taken aback, or at least find it strange? ~ alien ~ that: strappy heels, highlights, Pilates, collagen injections, breast implants. trust fund and fan fiction. offputting in unabashed about it? yet likeably clever:
My parents met at Mesa Verde National Park, where my dad was on a dig for his doctoral research and my mom was husband-hunting, I mean, volunteering.


I do get into reading back through someone's blog. or here, posts. their tone. a sort of personality. I say this to note that it doesn't feel 'stalkerish' as they say. bcs done in a 'huh' mode rather than a prurient one?