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Sarah Jessica Parker is a witch who turns men into pigs…pretty unbelievable if you aske me.
Hey Emily! I was indirectly guided here from Jezebel, and I’ll admit I was hurt by your Jezebel post about NYC people wanting to be better than you (the “splashed by the bus” metaphor post) and I commented in a negative way, because I love NYC and my friends here. But I had no CLUE about this whole backstory that I just read in the NYT. No wonder you’re a little bitter about NYC with the shitstorm you’ve been going through!
I am touched and sympathetic, and I thought it was a very eloquent article (NOT a blog post!)
on the new rules/struggles of privacy, blogging, and the internet.
I myself got a taste of the fun of having a “completely honest”, non-anonymous blog a couple years ago, and let me tell ya, that ended real quick!
It’s a tough lesson to learn, because as a young idealistic person you want to think being completely brutally honest is some sort of Nietzchean Ubermenschism. But then you (and by “you” I mean me!) learn that sometimes honest isn’t TRULY honest, and would it have killed ya to maybe think of who’s feelings you might be hurting with your callous honesty? Or at the very least just think a little more thoroughly?
I really liked the part about how you said you want to “hone” your thoughts rather than “spew” them, that eloquently summarizes exactly what I learned from too-honest blogging as well.
I hope this storm washes over you and you emerge mostly unscathed, and remember no matter how many commenters say mean things about you, they usually don’t really mean it (and would take it back in a heartbeat if they ever actually met you face to face and realized you’re like, an actual human being just like them).
“Though all my law is fudge,
Yet I’ll never, never budge,
But I’ll live and die a judge”
“You must know – ” said the Judge: but the Snark exclaimed, “Fudge!”
All of this first requires a certain brand of neediness.
oink oink
Someone’s already turned Sara Jessica Parker into a pig, if you ask me.
I like that you’ve reached for something here, but the most apt classical allusion in the article is when you refer to the women as harpies.
If you’d asked me beforehand I’d have said it would be impossible to make James Joyce throw up in his grave. But this just might do it.
SATC is timeless! It is the human condition! I will not apologize for seeing it!
Ooooh. I’m comin for you bitch. You stepped way too far into my turf. I will break you into little tattooed pieces.
why? because it becomes an easy habit and people fear being single.
I began to wonder: Why does Carrie Bradshaw think she can compare modern women to epic Greek heroes?
Hi Emily,
Something good for once. Here’s a review of your book:
http://www.yamansion.com/2008/05/hex-education/
I’d e-mail you, but I don’t have an address for you. Also, I imagine your e-mail is even more swamped than your comments are. Egads.
I’ve bewitched many men into swine and have sent them to my sty to perish everlasting hell. Each and every one of them had it coming.
As long as love exists, witches and pigs all of us.
Ode to commentor JRae,
Easy on the smiley faces already. Good god.
Don’t bother to enlighten us. Members of the cut and paste generation won’t get the allusions.
My banana is your banana is an ass…..
your NYTimes magazine article was amazing, well written and very insightful..
drop a comment on my blog http://kdawgs-life.blogspot.com/
Bella Says:
May 30th, 2008 at 3:32 pm
“My banana is your banana is an ass.”
Like I really care what you think.
j/k In truth your opinion is what keep keeps me going.
Emily, you have captured national attention and everyone is wondering what you’ll say next so enough with the Sex and the City references. They are so of a previous generation. You are the future so start blogging again, about something meaningful
A switch in time saves swine
Re. Sarah’s comment: “You are the future so start blogging again..”
To kinda-quote Monty Python:
“She’s not The Future, she’s just a very naughty girl!”
Seriously, I like the un-serious content on Emilymagazine. I don’t want the BBC to riff on Gossip Girls and I don’t want Emilymagazine to dissect the presidential race. Know what I mean?
My question to Emily today would be, can one trust people who cannot cook and don’t appreciate food !!??
Saw it. Enjoyed it. Can’t figure out what’s wrong with that. Not sure I even want to because it’s not that deep and really shouldn’t be.
I read your Times article this weekend. Thanks for sharing:)
Emily, why don’t you respond to any of this? I want to hear from you!!! ((even if you are not replying to me me me)….
What are your thoughts about all the stuff you’ve been subjected to lately? And no, the NYT “response” article just did not cut it.
[aside to my banana is your banana: methinks you doth protest too much....]
Hey Emily, why don’t you stop watching tv and come to a Yankees game with me, a total stranger…
concerning the Jezebel post:
Yes, there is some obvious cattiness in NY.
I think it comes from a lot of primadonnas that were big in their little world and moved to NYC finding they were just one among many. So they throw there head up high, and walk as if they were descended from Queen Elizabeth herself, and when no one takes note, angry and bitter they bare their teeth and bite and scratch desperately trying to feel majestic once again.
But they say, what does not kill you makes you stranger.
And NY-ers have experienced all sorts of bruising, and yet survive, and the journey, has made some of the them more interesting.
Since I deal with all my problems with reading, I thought you may be interested in this book:
Why Girls Are Weird by Pamela Ribon (pamie.com)
http://www.amazon.com/Why-Girls-Are-Weird-Novel/dp/0743469801
“Anna Koval aspires to be a writer but pays the bills by working as a librarian at an Austin high school. Killing time at work, she posts a story about “Slutty Barbies” online and is amazed at the response. Soon she is “creating an entire life on the Internet” and changing from Anna Koval, a “nothing-special-twenty-something to Anna K: Web celebrity.” She writes about her shortcomings, her fears, and her love life, and hundreds of readers, including a neurotic groupie and a potential new love, respond in amazingly personal e-mails of their own. When Anna’s father dies unexpectedly, she pours out her grief to her invisible fans, and then realizes that she is revealing too much of herself. Feeling overly vulnerable, she gradually deletes her files because, as she explains, “too much of me was up on that webpage, plastered like a billboard.” Ribon herself kept a popular Web journal called “Squishy,” and she is also a comedian, experiences that shape her light and entertaining first novel”
maybe it is time to stop asking the same old questions and repeating the lame old mistakes. Start cultivating the perfect relation with your own self would be a new challenge. so tired of everyone whining about love, yearning for it, and getting shit from it. as long as we keep asking that certain someone to give us that certain something called love, we would keep getting bruised and shit faced
Famous for 15 months.
Odysseus’ dog waited twenty years for a triumphant reunion, which afforded that loyal companion a moment to say hello before expiring at Odysseus’ feet. This is the special providence of love, a pig-witch God in appearance, but clutched in our arms nonetheless.
I think the funniest thing about that Jezebel post was that you found things in that show that you really, deeply identify with. When I was a 19-year-old straight guy I found things in it to identify with. It’s insane, but no matter how ‘meh’ you start off, that fucker pulls you in.
Umm, i can’t but feel surprised havin been knowleable about the fanzine ,publishing scene for 15+ years. Yea, yeah ,hate and snark is very now but still…?
Gawker is unreadable. Why anyone would read this tripe is beyond me. It’s the online equivalent of hitting the life fast-forward button and aging yourself into a fat fifty year old housewife with curlers in her hair reading Hollywood gossip magazines. Seriously, if this is your life, you don’t have one. Nice, crisp graphics, tho.
Emily,
I came across the NYT article in a bathroom in Texas, go figure. There are three points I would like to make.
First, and most important, If you were to stand on a box on any busy corner in this entire US and say the exact same things you have said online, NO ONE would have the balls to look you in the eye and lash out at you like they have. Cowards, all of them. Take comfort in knowing that everyone is full of shit in some form or another. Usually, the ones breathing the most fire are the ones that have the most sordid history/issues. Most humans need to belittle others to make themselves feel better. I can only assume NY is worse than Texas but I am partial. It is absolutely safe to say that 95% of the negative comments are the result of jealousy in some form. Guaranteed.
Unfortunately, you brought this on yourself. In the faceless online world people are not scared to throw stones. I am sure you knew this but ventured out there anyway. I am not sure what you were looking for, or, perhaps you are an abuse junky. Maybe it was some sort of experiment. Whatever the reason you have huge cajones and are to be commended for that alone. I wouldn’t have done it. I don’t have, nor will I ever have, a myspace page or anything like it. I don’t feel the need.
I wish I could write half as good as you. MY preference is to get to the point without too much…yada, yada, yada. That would be my only complaint and the bitch about it is, that it is my problem. My own impatience with long drawn out explanations when three paragraghs would have done it nicely, tends to irritate me to the core. Keep your thoughts and musings short, focused, and painfully accurate. There is nothing better than the cold, hard truth. Opinions are truly like assholes. As you know, there are alot of opinions out there.
Keep your chin up and don’t forget those who speak the worst of you wish they could be half as good as you.
Texas
btw does writing pay your bills?
Dear Emily,
Up until yesterday, I had zero idea who you are. Or that you even existed. Then my father e-mailed me a copy of your article “Exposed”, saying that when he read it in the NYT he immediately thought of me. Now, it needs to be said that I own a blog. In fact, I have switched blogsites a bit for the past 6 or so years. Just like you, a number of my past entries created a stir in certain circles and some even led to big personal issues.
Your article made me think. And it made me go through the remaining public blogs I have now, re-taking stock of my online blab over the years. A lot of my teenage angst is on the internet for the world to see, along with, yes, personal stuff that probably should have never seen the (digital) light of cyberspace. Some of tne entries even made me cringe, and there were some that I don’t even remember writing. I actually shut down one really old blog with things that, today, could cause people in my life to burn me at the stake.
A lot of things you said rang true for me, and I’d like to thank you for writing that. It changed my views on blogging in general, and allowed me to take stock of certain aspects of my life.
Emily Magazine is now in my bookmarks. Nice to meet you.
-Nefret
This blog is brilliant.
Did that sound ass kissy?
Sorry.