Do you have one of those friends who, half the time they are talking you're all, "Wow, this person is completely right," and then the other half of the time you're like, "Wow, this person is fucking insane"? (A harder question to answer: Are you that friend to someone else?) Anyway, Bret Easton Ellis seems like he would be one of those people, the friend who you are always happy to hang out with but only in installments of every six months or so because otherwise it's just exhausting. Still, he thinks all the milllennials are wusses, [...]
"[M]en today have learned the lesson the hard way that if you act like a kind of an old fashioned guy’s guy, you’re in constant danger of slipping out and saying something that’s going to get you in trouble and make you look like a sexist or make you look like you seem thuggish or whatever. That’s the atmosphere in which he operates. This guy is very much an old fashioned masculine, muscular guy, and there are political risks associated with that. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but that’s how it is."
I hope we're all around in 2030 to hear what Mario Cuomo thinks of Goodfellas.
"A lot of men, they don't even want to try [cats] because they don't think it's macho."
"They’re reminiscent of the Cobra Kai team in Karate Kid, yelling, 'Sweep the leg! Sweep the leg!' because they are unwilling to get into a Karate fight of their own." —Usually I would be all, "Guess who! GUESS!" but oh my God it's so depressing.
"When you have a personal vendetta in this sport, it can sabotage your performance. This is a sport for grown-ups."
"Working on Bill & Ted was certainly an excellent adventure." —Keanu Reeves
“She was always reading. She would come home from school with her friends, and they would sit and read — which was kind of odd.”
"Silvio Berlusconi has said he invited escort girls to his parties 'to boost his morale.' In a candid exchange with magistrate Pasquale Drago in May, details of which were reported by Italy’s newspapers Sunday, Mr. Berlusconi said he had asked his butler to place the women that businessman Giampaolo Tarantini brought to his dinners across the table from him, 'to lift up my morale.' He said that if he had genuinely wanted to invite prostitutes, there were plenty in Rome already."
"I think everybody knew how prescient the film was even then. It really kind of predicted, to some extent, in a much more intelligent and sophisticated way, where we were heading culturally, and how much people would do to garner fame. Even Rupert Pupkin, in his own demented way, at least had some sort of craft. He had written material and wanted to be a stand-up, even though he really wasn’t that funny. As opposed to now, where people will, as themselves, get to have shows by just being whoever they are: basically obnoxious drunks, whores, and miscreants." —[...]
"'You know,' he said, 'when you get to my age you have to pee a lot. And there is no distance at all between knowing you want to pee and then just peeing. I was at Plimpton’s funeral in St John the Divine not long ago, and they sat me near the front, you know. Suddenly, I had to go. I knew I wasn’t gonna make it all the way down the aisle so I spotted a little side door and I got the canes and nipped in there. Halfway down the corridor, I was looking for a john and who do I see but Philip Roth. 'Hey, Philip, what [...]
"When I see women in suit jackets with no bra or undershirt, it says, 'I’m a classy woman that exudes sexiness without trying too hard.'"
"The Wall Street Journal buries the lede in a major way in its Saturday piece on AIG CEO/bombthrower Robert Benmosche that ran on the cover of Marketplace… Up high in the story: Benmosche’s assurance that '"too big to fail" has been solved.' Left on the cutting-room floor: Benmosche’s comments saying the national outrage about AIG’s bonuses was comparable to the lynching of blacks in the South."