Rolling Stone is streaming the new Tegan and Sara album,
Heartthrob. It's a lot less indie guitar and a lot more pop production than their previous albums, but I think I like it maybe kind of.
The digital version of Dorothy Sayers' Gaudy Night seems to be on sale for $1.99 right now.
I usually love Captain Awkward (something I thought I would never say about an advice column, and yes, I have read Dear Sugar), but I hated a recent column by a guest poster, partly because of its pull-yourself-together-you-whiner advice and partly because of a lot of its unexamined assumptions. One of the worst things about it was its approving citation of
this Cracked article by David Wong, which I hate
for all the reasons explained here. That analysis made my day.
Also relevant to the last paragraph is
cereta's
To my fellow geeks: Can we not perpetuate the equation of "still living with his parents" as a hallmark of loserdom? There are so many biases--about ability, about economics, about family, and about culture--underlying that flippant contempt. I don't feel up to discussing most of them, but here's one that's easier for me to talk about than the rest, because it's less personal: A significant percentage of my friends who have lived with their parents until marriage or after, or until their late thirties when single, are first-generation American immigrants. They live with their parents either because they get along perfectly fine with their parents and want to save money, or because they earn substantially more than their parents and are contributing to the support of the family. So, among other things, every time people mention "still living with parents" as a mark of disgrace, it makes me think their definition of "community" or "people who count" or "what families are like" is really, really narrow, at best ignorant, and at worst bigoted.
cups brewed at DW