I’m somehow sitting in the cafe at Alice Tully Hall. I just finished rewriting a sketch for my UCB class and now I have to try to summon the inspiration for a Huffington Post article for tomorrow. Also, I’m writing on a MacBook.
Growing up, I thought a moment like this would feel like this:
Incidentally, I still feel like this:
Let’s just say it’s a vast improvement from where I was at age 13. According to me at age 13, I’ve made it.
I still have like a little over a week until I can drink, and since standing around in rooms with drunk people while sober makes me extra socially awkward, I’m going to go the Metropolitan Museum of Art for the third or fourth Friday in a row.
The Met’s cooler than wherever you’re going. There are swords there and I care stare at naked people statues without looking pervy and they sell fun size Snickers in the cafe for twenty-five cents.
To be fair, I’m 68% of the way through. This is the first John Green book I’ve read and I do think he’s a good writer. However, I think the characters are extremely unrealistic. They feel like characters from Dawson’s Creek…but with cancer. I admire what he’s trying to do, but in attempting to buck “cancer romance” stereotypes, he’s fulfilling the “unrealistically precocious teen” and “PMDG” ones. In fact, Hazel is like the Mary Sue of Pixie Manic Dream Girls. I can’t believe a contemporary writer would actually write a teenage girl character, give her cancer, have her able to quote T. S. Eliot at random, introduce a boy to higher-level underground literature, make it hard for her become emotionally vulnerable and repeatedly compare her to Natalie Portman. I can’t decide yet if Green’s choices are bold or oblivious. I think both.
That said, I’ll have a better opinion of the piece once I actually finish it. I could end up eating ALL of my words.
Today I’m in a most disagreeable mood. I don’t mean to cause fights, as I hate discord, but I feel as though I don’t agree with anyone today.
For instance, I believe…
- No one I know will win the lottery
- The romance in John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars is as contrived—if not more so—than Twilight
- Neon Cambridge Satchel bags are garish
- Tazo tea is horrendous
- Megan Draper is fine
- Laura San Giacomo should be given an Best Supporting Actress Oscar for Pretty Woman
Okay, fine, everyone believes Laura San Giacomo deserves an Oscar for playing Kit De Luca.
This gif best sums up my feelings on Suzanne Collins as a writer:
So, after a day of doing nothing, I’m lounging on the couch, in my Lil Sebastian t-shirt, sipping PG tips out of a coffee mug decorated with a vintage feminist WW2 poster, reading Mockingjay on my kindle, while snuggling with my cat.
You know…typical cliche stuff.