"Committed is an unfurling of Gilbert's profound anxiety about reëntering a legally binding arrangement that she does not really believe in. All this ambivalence, expressed in her high-drama prose, can be a lot to handle. (One generally doesn't indulge another person's emotional processing at this length unless the jabbering is likely to conclude with sex.)"
-Ariel Levy on Elizabeth Gilbert on marriage, which is pretty much all you should need to hear to go a-clicking through.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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When I saw this headline on my Twitter I thought we had done a post about Gilbert Arenas pulling a gun on his teammate. Obviously I should know better by now.
I don't even know who Gilbert Arenas is.
Understandable: he's not on Tumblr. (Although I have a feeling it's only a matter of time.)
No, but his nba.com blog is phenomenal.
Phenomenal Twitter too.
Today on his Twitter, I believe he was apologizing for making jokes about armless dwarfs.
The Arenas Twitter is a world of random.
Look at all the awesome I'm missing as a Twitterphobe.
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DAMN IT THAT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE THE CODE NOT THE ACTUAL SYMBOL. *mutters fucking umlauts mutters*
"high-class difficulties" won me over.
My favorite part is how the New Yorker formats the web version of this article. It reads fine until the line "A few years later, she returns to see (a medicine man she met in Bali) again, and at first he doesn't recognize her. Here is how Gilbert describes the experience:" and then the text breaks and inserts a random New Yorker cartoon before resuming with the rest of the article. In the first version I saw, the New Yorker implies that Gilbert described the experience of not being recognized by her medicine-man buddy as: two storks standing in a pond, with one saying to the other "Oh my God! I just stepped on something squishy!" This, I feel, improves on the original (some very purple prose about drowning).
The best part? You can reload the page and get a different cartoon. It's like the New Yorker's web genie is doing Mad Libs for you.
I hated, hated, hated Eat, Pray, Love, Navel Gaze.
I'm sure a marriage entered into by someone who
a. distrusts the institution of marriage
b. writes extensively about that distrust BEFORE she gets married
has a really great chance of lasting at least seven months.
I look forward to her next books on reluctant motherhood, uninterested parenting and later, the odd detachment she feels towards her adult children.
i made it through eat, but pray and love can eat a bowl of dick. i couldn't indulge in this person's emotional blahblahblahblahblahblah even if it was likely to conclude with the hottest sex EVER.
she's like that friend you hang out with for 3 hours and can't get a word in edgewise.
Can we please have Emily Gould review this too?
She could be a guest on Cooking the Books but not actually help Emily cook, just stand around spouting erst-wisdom. The nasty Emily looks (as well as Gilbert's eventual defenestration during oven time) would be priceless.
omg yes
Hold it, she made this big principled stand about marriage and happiness and then abandoned it because...the government made her? How lame is she?