Good news: I’m restarting this blog. Bad news: A lot of shit has happened in the past four years to make George Orwell’s 1984 super relevant.
This book is usually fodder for wanna-be survivalists who think they have it all figured out for when the grid goes down, and you probably had to read it in English class. Or you have to read it for English class now, and you’re scanning my blog for deep analysis.
Or you’re terrified of Donald Trump.
- He’s kind of in this shitty middle class
- where he’s like,
- not poor and wandering the street
- but he likes watching people who ARE poor and wandering the street
- but Winston is also not high up enough to have luxuries
- basically, you can have free thought in this society if you’re either super poor
- or super rich
- so maybe he should just become poor?
- basically, that he writes shit down
- like dude
- use Snapchat
- or slide into her DMs
- or make memes like
- don’t explicitly write down “the government is lying”
- “and sucks ass”
- “and I’m gettin’ ass”
- I guess Orwell couldn’t have envisioned Snap doe.
- I guess that he’s trying to think?
- and that he can remember stuff for more than a couple of years
- to know that the news is fake news
- and the government is changing the news
- Willing to have forbidden sex
- Not afraid of aggressive chicks
- writes down all of his crimes
- rookie mistake dude
- really enjoys looking at poor people
- kinda weird
- after being tortured, sees his ex and instead of wondering how she is
- like, because she was probably tortured too
- he’s just like
- “oh, she got fat.”
- And he rats her out to the government
He wants to have the ability to think independently while maintaining his middle-class comforts, a feeling I think many of us can understand. His tendency to write down his crimes in a journal is pretty stupid. He also doesn’t seem capable of love. Or keeping his mouth shut.
Rating: Boner-Killer: He’s a snitch.
Wow, someone made a sexy Mr. Tumnus. I may have to do this next. Damn.
I first had to read this book when I was in Catholic school. I don’t want to hear about how Aslan symbolizes Jesus, or how having sex with animals is wrong. We all know Aslan the Lion is supposed to be a badass rugged dude. And, since he’s sentient and self-aware and all that, I’m going to count him as human, not animal.
- He’s a lion
- he’s supposed to rule Narnia
- but he’s not there for some reason
- kinda like Simba in The Lion King.
- he’s a savior
- so he’s doomed to die
- but he wants to or something
This was actually the tamest sexy fanart I could find. I found this other one where the beast was having sex with Scar, but it was a little much.
- he’s this rugged, self-sacrificing, giant lion
- who is smart
- so it’s totally fine to be in love with him
- hey, you all saw Beauty and the Beast
- you all know she had sex with a lion
- so don’t pretend this is weird.
- he gave up himself to the witch
- to save Edmund
- the little boy
- who was kind of a little shit
- lets the witch take control for a while
- and that prevents Christmas from happening
- even though like,
- if Aslan was just there the whole time
- Christmas would continue on
- don’t really understand why he was gone for so long
- letting Narnia go to hell and all.
- He also makes Peter a knight
- and he’s a little kid
- way to use child soldiers, Aslan
- came back from the dead
- I’m a little weird about screwing things that were once dead
- it’s not entirely a deal breaker, though
It would have been cool and self-sacrificing if Aslan really gave himself up to save Edmund. But really, Aslan knew there was a “deeper magic” or whatever, so he already knew that if the witch killed him in Edmund’s place, that he’d come back.
So it’s like, he didn’t really sacrifice himself, because he knew he would come back to life. So that whole sentimental thing was phony.
Rating: Boner-Killer. Not because he’s a lion, or Jesus, but because he’s a phony at the end of the day.
Haven’t read it? You can fix that.
Why was this the cover? If this is how the monster looked, everything would have been just fine. Give him pants and he’d be the Marlboro Man.
I’m talking about Victor Frankenstein, the doctor who made the monster, not the monster himself.
- collects a bunch of dead body parts
- makes a dude
- abandons it because he thinks it’s gross
- the monster made of dead parts starts stalking him
- kind of like that guy I went on one date with who asked me to marry him
- actually, nothing like that.
Behold, cutie Victor Frankenweenie.
- likes to travel
- but most of that is fleeing/collecting corpses
- he’s been in jail
- for murder
- I mean, he didn’t COMMIT the murder
- but that’s going to affect his chances at teaching in a university
- he’s not a good listener
- the monster he made just wants to get laid
- and he’s really mean
- oh, he kinda married his sister
- they didn’t have sex because then she was murdered
- but still, married his sister.
- people around him are constantly being killed by the monster he created
- and he’s really bad at protecting his loved ones
- he just keeps having mental breakdowns
- that part is really annoying.
Now you know the difference between Frankenstein and Frankenstein’s monster. Oh yeah, Rating: NO. DO NOT BANG.
He’s been touching lots of dead bodies. You don’t want embalming fluid in your snatch. I mean, I don’t know exactly what that would do, but it can’t be good.
For everyone here who got here because they’re in Honors English, BNW is basically “Wall-E” but for adults.
Huxley predicted the Wall-E-ification of humanity while dystopian writers like Orwell thought we’d all live in a military state. Huxley was like no way, that shit takes too much effort. Just feed them. A lot. Huxley saw how to control others by keeping them fat and happy (I say this in front of my computer while writing my pointless blog and watching King of the Hill reruns and eating bread saturated with butter and garlic).
If you’re reading this, you’re probably a student looking for answers to your homework or some bullshit like that. I’m going to tell you why you shouldn’t have sex with this fictional character. In the long run, I’m providing much more useful literary analysis.
About The Savage
- he’s really dramatic
- like, who falls to his knees in a crowded room
- and yells
- “MY FATHER!!!”
- he’s the bastard son of a drug addict
- and was living on an Indian reservation-type place
- where he read lots of Shakespeare?
- he’s taken from the reservation
- and introduced to normal fucked up society
- where everyone takes drugs and fornicates and no one has babies
- so like, NYU on an average Thursday
- Brave New World is NYU on an average Thursday
- or Monday
- Brave New World is NYU any day of the week
- and he really hates it
- because it’s debauched.
- Kinda like NYU.
How about the right to take me to dinner on a Friday? What about that? Why did you jump straight to syphilis?
- he knows lots of pretty poems
- seems really romantic
- likes thick women
- I like men who like thick women
- In case that wasn’t clear.
- He seems caring and stuff.
- slut-shames this chick for coming on to him
- like, calls her a harlot or a strumpet
- or something equally stupid
- and she just wanted the D
- I mean, do they not have any horny chicks on the reservation?
- he whips himself
- he participates in an orgy and then kills himself
- he’s just a drama Queen all around.
There’s a balance between porno kisses and killing yourself for having sex once. I mean, none of these literary characters seem capable of going to a movie and then going for a walk. Tone it tone, Savage boy. I’m sure you’re pretty hot but you’re killing it. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Sure she’s pretty until you’re dying in your sleep lolol.
Everyone knows The Great Gatsby but, believe it or not, my boy Fitz here wrote other things. Besides, I’m not in the business of making Honors English easy for anyone. “The Diamond as Big as the Ritz” is a short story about money and love and youth and stuff. So let’s go:
About John Unger
- middle class
- likes money
- a lot
- from a kind of tacky backwards town
- that no one has heard of
- he’s bored by rich people
- but he’s obsessed with the
- you get the idea
- he’s basically the 2os version of a suburban kid
- who wears HASHTAG SWAG shirts
- He went to a rich friend’s house for summer vacation
- and his friend has a hot sister
- and his friend is SUPER RICH
- although he has slaves still
- because his family told them that the South won the Civil War
- and John isn’t cool with that
- but John is pretty cool with banging the hot sister
- but oh yeah since John knows the family secret
- he can’t leave
- and he must die
- and everyone knows it except for him
- even the girl he’s sleeping with knows
- but she says she’s REALLY sorry
- so yeah he’s stuck in diamond mountain.
Ain’t you ever heard of mo money mo problems?
- He’s filled with a sense of
- I don’t know
- child-like wonder?
- He’s ambitious
- and he’s bored by rich people
- and he is smart enough to know that being poor isn’t cool
- but he’s surrounded by really rich people
- who seem to think being poor is cool
- and he’s really confused by that
- and I can totally relate to this
- because that’s exactly how I felt when I was in NYU
- so, I can relate
- the girl he likes is really dumb
- REALLY DUMB
- she must just be hot because she’s really
- and that’s a huge turn-off because
- I couldn’t date this guy
- without questioning my own intelligence
- She’s just so dumb.
- I can’t forgive him for liking someone so dumb
- Can I at least have some reasonable competition?
At the end, he saved the hot girl and her fugly sister (despite the intense betrayal), and he agrees to marry her and they leave diamond mountain to live a life of poverty. Not the most glam ending, but at the end John seems to snap out of it, and he doesn’t push the bitch off a cliff (which is what I would have done).
But John is a terrible judge of character. Don’t go with weirdos to diamond mountain. You should have gotten out of there when you realized they still had slaves. Actually, that applies to everyone reading this. You should leave if you realize your host has slaves.
Also, lawd, that girl you’re with ain’t shit, and this is all I have to say about that. Or this. Or maybe this. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
I know it’s been a while, and I’m sorry. It’s finals season, and I’ve only been pretending to read most of what is being assigned to me. After drinking some rum and diet cokes, I almost thought that writing about my hot professor was appropriate.
But it’s probably not, because he could read this or something.
Okay, now that I’m totally not making sense, let’s talk about “Post Office” by the guy who made it cool for writers to be fall down drunks. Well, one of them. Here we go:
- works seasonally for the post office
- just at Christmastime, you know
- for some cash
- for twenty years.
This is like, how I imagine Chinaski at the start versus the end. DRUGS ARE BAD, KIDS.
- he’s a good writer
- knows how to bullshit the government
- uses orgy scenes to help him remember his route
- like, the street names and stuff
- as in, if it’s at 33 Nancy Street, 33 men are doing Nancy
- you know, and other good thoughts like that
- Generally loyal
- Stays at one ex-lover’s deathbed
- which is cool
- Sends money to his kids
- clearly has a drinking problem
- and a gambling problem
- and since the book follows him for a while
- you can really feel the weight gain and general loss of youth
- due to all the ya know
- shitty way he lives his life
- but he gets laid a lot?
- He was probably hot at the beginning of the book? Maybe?
- Hooks up with a much younger girl for being rich
- which is probably his biggest moral lapse in the book
- It was pretty gross, I could imagine his hairy gut
- while they were
- okay, enough of that.
- He also loses his erections a lot due to drinking too much
Moments of sweetness and potential genius? Probably would have been all over this a few years ago…but drinking and gambling problems aren’t cool, kids, and they don’t make someone deep or sensitive. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Please do NOT attack the windmills.
Homer Simpson in Season 4, New Kids on the Block can tell you all you really need to know about Don Quixote:
Homer: This is my quest. I’m like that guy. That Spanish guy.
You know, he fought the windmill…
Marge: Don Quixote?
Homer: No, that’s not it. What’s-his-name, the Man of La Mancha.
Marge: Don Quixote.
Marge: I really think that was the character’s name. Don Quixote.
Homer: Fine! I’ll look it up! [heads off and consults a reference]
Marge: [annoyed] Well, who was it?
Homer: [quietly fuming] Never mind.
I’m much more interested in his servant, Sancho Panza.
- His boss is an idiot
- but he gets a paycheck
- and potentially an island, but that will probably never happen
- like when someone promises you you’ll get a share of a company someday
- if it’s ever publicly traded
- like that, only the 1605 equivalent.
- and Sancho doesn’t have much better to do
- so he goes along with it
- Has to follow his idiot boss around
- while riding a little donkey
- as Don Quixote runs around and tries to prove his little boy jerkoff dreams of heroism
- You can hear how annoyed he is when he’s talking to Don Quixote
- it’s like that Dilbert, “I’m mocking you and you are too stupid to get it” style
- He writes home to his wife
- and is faithful to her while he follows his boss around and makes sure he doesn’t die.
- He’s the practical one asking all the real questions, like “what are you doing?”
- and “when am I getting paid?”
- and “what are you doing?”
- in the end, he’s just a working dude who can’t get a break
- His last name indicates that he has a belly
- so his body is likely not great.
- Kind of passive, I was craving that moment when he just gets tired of it all
- and quits and destroys everything
- Office Space style
He’s funny and practical, but these two things never gave me an orgasm. Get a little more ambition and yell at your boss for attacking windmills, and then we’re in business. Rating: POTENTIALLY SEXXI.
I’m not really a Shakespeare fan. In fact, I spelled his name wrong a lot while creating this post. But they are classics, and I guess we should read classics.
So here we go…
- He was a duke
- he has a teenage daughter
- He’s stranded on an island
- and he’s trying to set up his daughter with the son of the dude who stranded him on the island
- but first he’s going to taunt them all by causing a really bad storm and scaring the piss out of them
- by making them think they’re going to die at sea
- you know, as you do.
- He was betrayed and left on an island
- with his daughter
- for twelve years
- but he’s oddly chill about it
- like really, really doesn’t seem mad
- he seems to be able to control a genie-type creature named Ariel
- who can make it rain and turn invisible
- and Ariel has a neat ventriloquist act
- actually, how come I’m not writing about Ariel?
- Owns an island
- even if he’s ‘stuck’ there, he still owns it.
- Has great social status
- Looks like Jakob Dylan
- I made up that part
- He sets his daughter up with a prince
- and tells him it will rain hell if he tries anything before the wedding night
- Doesn’t hold a grudge
- In the end, just wants everyone to get along
- and to have his duke-hoodness back
- Owns slaves
- Basically constantly tells his slaves to quit their bitching
- I really really don’t like enslavement of the native people of the island
- that he conquered
- Likes to scare people into thinking that they’re going to die
- or that their loves ones are dead
- almost like a cat playing with a mouse
- and that’s kind of sadistic
- but maybe that can translate into bondage situations?
He has magical powers, he knows lots of royalty, and he doesn’t actually kill anyone, unlike many of Shakespeare’s characters. And he looks like Jakob Dylan. Rating: bien sexxi.
I was into saying ‘I was into that before it was cool’ before it was cool.
If you’re here because you’re in some Honors English class or you think you’re a genius deep middle schooler, I’m probably going to disappoint you. Holden sucks and here’s why.
About Holden Caulfield
- keeps getting kicked out of school
- rich-ass parents
- like not just in skin tone, but in general hipsterness
- like he probably graduated from NYU and moved to Brooklyn afterwards
- and opened an antique bicycle repair store.
- kicked out of school
- general vagabond-ry
- hates all institutions
- obsessed with this chick he made out with like, once
- can’t hold a train of thought
- he’s probably in a mental hospital?
- a mental hospital he can afford because his parents pay for everything.
I roll my own cigs and this jacket is vintage and so is my underwear and I only paid three bucks and when my dad dies I’m going to take the money I get from my trust fund and go to Alaska and write a travel blog about it.
- when I was 12, I probably would have said how deep and rebellious he was
- but now I am wiser and I realize he’s a whining white boy who has had everything paid for him
- which is particularly annoying because Sallie Mae now owns my first-born son
- so it’s hard to feel sympathy for this jackass
- but I digress.
- no future
- whining whining whining
- misplaces fencing equipment on the NYC subway
- like really, how do you do that?
- Can’t fuck a prostitute
- Can’t fight a pimp
- Can’t fight.
- this character spawned the hipster revolution, I’m sure. Do nothing, pay for nothing, complain about it.
- He probably cries after sex. Unconfirmed, but all signs point to Yes.
I think this has been scathingly clear. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Learn more about why I hate Holden (added bonus of learning about my high school years in Plano, Texas, and other information you may not care about).
This classic centers around shoveling sand forever and it’s basically about the futility of life. It’s one of my favorite books. It’s also a little bit Stockholm syndrome-ish.
- likes to collect bugs
- which might indicate an Oedipal complex
- painfully logical
- knows a lot about beetles
- and sand
- innocent and trusting
- which is why it was so easy to trap him into shoveling sand forever
- these dudes convinced him to come to their town
- to take a break from collecting bugs
- but then they trapped him in a giant sand castle town
- and gave him to this lonely woman
- who is really good at keeping house
- and then he develops Stockholm syndrome
- and fucks her.
- and he has to shovel sand to keep from drowning in the sand castle town
- and continue fucking the woman who trapped him there
- happy with the simple life
- loyal to whoever he’s with
- very strategic, but only when it comes to sand and bugs
- otherwise he wouldn’t have been so easily tricked
- only has eyes for his woman
- but that might be because she’s uhm, the only woman
- refuses to hit her even when it’s obvious she tricked him
- loses focus once he’s fat and happy
- hard-working, yes, but not very ambitious
- I mean, he goes from collecting bugs to shoveling sand
- so I doubt he’d ever be able to fully support me as I write books and horny blogs
- for the rest of my life
- seems kind of passive about switching wives
- and getting his new wife imposed on him
- he will kind of sleep with any girl who cooks and sleeps in the nude
- but it’s nice knowing I could have sand in my vagina and he’d still hit that
- on second thought, that sounds painful.
- it hurts when he pee pees
- and some strange stuff comes out of his pee pee
- he doesn’t understand that you can’t shovel up.
It’s nothing personal, Niki, because you’ve got a lot of good points, but I just don’t want to have to imprison a man to get him to love me. Word of advice, you should stop nailing chicks with only girl in the world syndrome. But…you can’t read my advice because…she’s…not…letting…you. Oh well. I tried. Rating: BONER-KILLER.