Patricia Marx wrote a truly hilarious and informative piece in last week’s New Yorker, about the staggering plastic surgery boom in South Korea. The subway ads for the thousands of plastic surgery clinics include the tag lines “This is the reason celebrities are confident even without their makeup” and “Everyone but you has done it.” One of the clinics is called “Magic Nose.”
I’m so late to the party but I’m reading The Goldfinch and adoring it. It’s one of those books where I keep thinking, “But how can this be such great literature when I’m having such a good time?”
If you’d like to chart the history of gay rights in America, just compare the gay sons on Dynasty and the current mega-smash Empire. On Dynasty, Stephen Carrington mostly had to mope around in torment, but on Empire, Jamal is now busily plotting to assume leadership of his family’s, well, empire. Jamal also got to have sex with his hot boyfriend atop his homophobic father’s desk.
If you can, track down the astonishing documentary Finding Vivian Maier – Vivian was a world-class photographer who spent her life as a nanny, and her extraordinary work was only discovered in an abandoned suitcase after her death.
Spring is arriving in tiny increments, to make sure we appreciate it. We’re grateful when the temperature hovers around forty degrees, causing a few more mounds of gritty snow to disappear. This causes me to think: fuck Spring. Would it kill the universe to unleash a truly warm sunny day?