Jazmine, I hate you for leaving but am so proud of your new gig and I am so glad I can say I read you when . . .
This is one of my all time movies. And, I love Lina! She's this great foil to super-nice-y nice Kathy (who I also love) I love Lina's crazy voice, I love all her lines. I think she's amazing. My favorite line:"If I could bring a little magic in your hum-drum lives, it was all worth it!" And the scene when she browbeats the studio exec is stellar. Gotta love an un-apologetic bad bish.
Great essay. Thanks for writing and posting!
I really want to get behind all the recent coverage of the women artists that The Hairpin is doing, but it is so whitey-whitewhite that it drives me a little nuts. The artist who "fainted" 90 minutes after standing up while reading a list of her possessions. Really tho? This artist, who I tried to come to with an open mind, she should say she focuses on white teen girl aesthetic. (if any of the other comments point out the one black girl in the picture,you will only embarrasses yourself) Even Apogee, supposedly dedicated to "diversity" ugh. I am starting to only read Jazmine's posts, they are amazing. Having the sads, Hairpin.
Jia, I adore your writing (so many great pieces) and I really appreciate your "take" on many things. Sad you are departing, but will be looking for your writing over the interwebs.
I loved this essay and it made me laugh out loud, it's the kind of thing I love about the Hairpin. Maybe because I am from LA and live in Northern California? Maybe because this kind of internal dialogue reminds me of my own internal dialogue? I've loved the Hairpin since the Edith days, and it's still a pleasure every day.
Ok, this made me laugh so hard I spilled my tea. I can't explain why, but giggles in abundance. ALL the Drake posts crack me up.
I didn't grow up with maids/housecleaners but I did grow up with an obsessively clean mother who also forced me to clean. I love when things are clean but I hate cleaning so much that it makes me rageful, so yes, I recognize the rage. Cleaning, cleaning the "right" way gives me the rage.
The best/worst guy is putting himself through college as a handyman, is broad and muscled and the only blond guy you ever thought was sexy. He smells like old spice and tells you, after you put your hand in his pocket to retrieve his lighter that he never wears underwear. It’s the nineties, and he has a goatee, and in the current day you love that beards are back. He changes your oil, carries your books, helps you move, joins a student protest movement and helps you take over a campus building, even though before he met you he never even voted. Until him, you never understood the carnal nature of desire, the obsession with sex, and what it means to truly want someone in that way. He fixes his sleepy eyes on you, calls you first thing in the morning and last thing at night, kisses you every time you lean over to put on your seatbelt, takes to you a park with waterfalls, asks you to marry him but to wait a few years, explains that he can date other people to get it out of his system but you are the only person he loves, and doesn't want you to date anyone because someone else might fall in love with you, then dates your former best friend in secret. When you ask him what they talked about, he says "you," and offers to dump her if you come back to him.
Oh 1/4/13 Married Dude! Is it possible for you write a post about how your parents getting divorced when you were 4 didn't ruin your whole life? My husband just left me and our 4 year old son, and while I am devastated, it probably will be the best thing in the long run. But I am tormented by the impact it is having/while have on my son.