On Monday, William Deresiewicz, author of the forthcoming Excellent Sheep: The Miseducation of the American Elite and The Way to a Meaningful Life, wrote in the New Republic about the shortcomings of elite education and what can be done to remediate the “entitled little shits”who are the product of it. Alongside some salient points, Deresiewicz makes a handful of ludicrous claims that I care to refute in the name of entitled little shits everywhere.
Aside from its cover, how do you judge a book? By the experience in the middle, the sensation of the end, or the thoughts it leaves over the next few days?
On a recent Songza listening spree, I was sucked back into the 90′s. Say what you want about the over-sexualization of kids these days, but I was shocked at what I was listening to in my youth. A sort of post-humiliation filled over me as I listened to these tracks today, upon the realization that I had sat in the car with my parents rocking out to them, like, a lot. I chalk up this boldness to 1) being completely ignorant of what the lyrics meant or 2) trying to be a badass kid, who was a rebel and really grown-up.
I have a weakness for food porn. I could look at good food photography all day, everyday, and feel satiated. (Better yet, I could be fed the foods from the photographs…)
While various Instagram accounts, flickr profiles and blogs have attractive food images, most professional food photography uses a food stylist, who not unlike a makeup artist, decorates the food to portray it at its most attractive. Tweezers, glue, hairspray, and all sorts of inedible objects are employed to make your food look good. And that’s before photoshop!
While the job of food stylist certainly appeals to me, it also feels a little misleading to see an image of food that’s not even edible! Of course, photographing a steaming pot of soup is almost impossible without fogging up your lens, but it would be nice to get back to a place where food (like models) is photographed as it really is. If there’s any truth in advertising, we should at least know what really goes into our mouths and stomachs.
Recently renewed for seasons six and seven, Pretty Little Liars is a hit for ABC Family. Averaging around 2.5 millions viewers, the show has managed to pull a dedicated audience that extends beyond the typical ABC Family viewer base. Despite its popularity, and my friends’ constant gushing over it, the show has never drawn me in, until now.