I heard some of these McSweeny's boys give a little talk a few months ago. I meant to write about it then, but I was too annoyed. It involved some sort of slide show or video, but was primarily a public navel-gazing session. Seriously, whimsy sucks. I don't want to hear a little story about chasing Yetis, or things you can do with the horns of a unicorn, or droll little anecdotes about the craft of writing, and the ways that one can possibly butcher all of the above.
It was like a prep school circle jerk, masturbatory frippery. A group of young men so convinced of their own intellectual superiority that they committed the worst sin imaginable--they weren't funny. Not even a little. And why are they all boys? Aren't there trust fund possessing girls out there who were made fun of in high school, that want to make snide quips that no one will understand? Honestly, I hate writers. I really do.
Become a writer!!! :o
Thrumsquatte | May 7, 2006 2:10 PMYou've got a way of putting things Lina. This was an awesome blog. It's been so long since you've put it down like this. Thanks for the smile you put on my face. <3
bright lights bda | May 5, 2006 2:39 PMIt's like the Bukowski themed pubs. All the self important closet-cases hang out at these places and write self important bullshit on dirty napkins and such. The worst part is that these idiots get laid. Theres something about a complete fuckwit that really gets chicks wet.
Honestly, I never understood Bukowskis appeal. *I* am practically Charles Bukowski. I'm a drunk and I write about myself. Big fucking deal.
I think there was a piece about the McSweeny's tripe on Nerve. I could be mistaken though.
Ruca | May 5, 2006 9:42 AMgeeeez.
also, there are a few girls at mcsweeney's.
t | May 5, 2006 6:14 AM