Why we love Roseanne.
Excellent essay by Portland Review editor Sarah Marshall on how to be a better writer and person.
First of all, the hard truth is this: you will never write something that is perfect. Never, ever, ever, ever. We’re not saying this because we don’t believe in you, but because no one ever does.
Well, now I feel all bashful.
- Their faces. Duh.
- Their hair is always perfect.
- They are fans of black pants especially of the tight and leather variety.
- They are fans of coats with high collars.
- They 95% of the time smell really good (and I’ve never come across a k-boy that smells bad)
- They use all that BB cream as…
Also, they stay out all night; they never seem to sleep; and they sparkle.
“… they sparkle.”
Haha awesome.
Yeah. All of this is definitely true for Busan. He loves his leather pants and sparkly BB cream so fucking much.
Oh, wait. Sorry. He’s not a Kboy, I guess. He’s just a person.
I’m definitely starting to get the feeling I’m more than twice the average age of K-Tumblr females these days. Which shouldn’t even actually be possible. I’m also starting to get the feeling I’m one of the handful left who didn’t know the word “oppa” before I moved to Korea.
27 on Friday. Thank fuck for that.
Oh no! Someone on Tumblr made a light-hearted joke about Korea. Better interpret it as an ignorant and hurtful stereotype that was meant to be truthful and racist and fetishizing Korean men and get huffy about it so you can feel superior to everyone else. Because it couldn’t possibly just be a joke and nothing more.
No. Actually, I just said it made me feel old. And it does. Much in the same way night clubs and cocktail soju do, these days. My “k-boy” wears suits and has his hair trimmed above his collar — he turns 30 next year.
What’s the matter, can’t take a joke? Huffy, huffy.
Speaking of which, happy almost birthday.
Ricky Gervais has officially run out of ideas. The other two shows have a great emotional balance to them. Tim and Dawn. Andy and Maggie. There has to be a balance. Something to grab onto so the show doesn’t devolve into cartoon territory. Now, the celebrity cameos are the funniest part, but it all smacks of “oh hey I have famous friends and look at the awful things I can make them say!” And the humor is more smug than actually funny. Where is the goddamned heart? The show is cruel for the sake of being cruel with nothing to temper it. Ricky is clearly pulling the strings as a terrible old testament god. Also, Stephen Merchant is in every episode but rarely talks. He just sort of sits there, next to Ricky, looking bored. That about sums things up. And those are my thoughts on that subject.
In 2010, or so, BBC 29, or thereabouts, commissioned an hour long special based on Douglas Adam’s Dirk Gently books. It was so successful that they made plans for two more, or so. I look forward to starring in the rest. Glad to know I will be a success in the past.
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The Portland Review found this Werner Herzog artifact. listen! And read theportlandreview.com
