Here's an article about Priscilla Chan, longtime girlfriend and now wife of Mark Zuckerberg. It contains this gem: "The couple agreed that they would not live together, but that Mr. Zuckerberg would spend at least 100 minutes of private time with Ms. Chan a week, as well as take her on at least one date." A hundred minutes per week. That's about an hour and a half. Most movies are longer than that. I can't tell if this is facetious or not. But I suppose the Zuck is a busy guy. I can't tell how I feel about this article, except that I had to read it. And then share it.
I've been reading this blog, Modern Nomad, which is about exact what the title suggests. Being a nomad isn't exactly the adventure I'm looking for, but maybe it is. Who knows right? The past few years I've had no money so I couldn't really go anywhere. Now I have the money to go wherever I want, but suddenly I'm not sure where to go.
My initial thought was to go visit friends overseas so I spent some time Googling airplane tickets to places I couldn't even pick out on the map. Then I thought, "You can't just pick up and fly to another country. There are visas and advance planning and stuff like that. Wouldn't it be a lot easier to just go to Hawaii and chill out?" But wait, I hate (vacationing in) Hawaii. Then I thought about going to hang out with my friend in Texas. And not even Austin, but like Texas Texas.
Gustav, the guy behind Modern Nomad, says that he was in his stagnate nine-to-five and just decided to pick up and leave. He was worried that he would be enslaved to routine and that his life would amount to nothing. The latter part doesn't concern me but the routine portion I can relate to. There's a comfort in routine, of course, but it can quickly become tiresome and then I get super antsy. How do people do it?
In Legends of the Fall, One Stab describes Tristan like this: "I think it was the bear, growling inside him. Making him do bad things. Nothing that Tristan did was truly his own fault. It was the bear." Obviously my spirit animal isn't a bear -- it's been said that mine is a prairie dog (I object!) -- but something in me does make me just want to follow my wandering instincts. Does that ever go away? Or do you just keep moving until something ties you down, something that you can't get away from.
Seen Kitty Pryde yet? Her viral rap song is "Okay Cupid." Actually to call it "rapping" is a pretty big stretch. But no judging. Upon first watch I'm like WTF but after a few more I found myself needing to download it. She's already got the New York Times treatment, she's playing shows, she's probably made a nice wad of cash selling her MP3s online. She's a modern day success story!
Ms. Pryde is the latest in a semi-recent not-so-recent trend of young white girls that become the next thing everyone is talking about. From Kreayshawn to Rebecca Black to now Kitty Pryde. I guess you could throw Lana Del Rey -- and sort of Marie Calloway -- in there too. This qualifies as new and edgy I guess. It makes me think about the state of contemporary young adult fiction and how none of the girls in those books are anything like this. They are never doing anything actually interesting. Two sub-worlds dominated by young white teens but the similarities end there. I'm curious if they'll ever cross.
"As long as we’re going to have a misogynistic culture that teaches women that their desires are dirty and that they shouldn’t ever ask for what they want, can we at least also have songs that acknowledge that reality? I know that part of the reason I let boys treat me so badly as an adolescent (and, um, more recently than that) was because I felt like I would never be as pretty or pure as I needed to be to be loved, to be loveable, and I assumed I was the only one who felt that way."
-Zanopticon-
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