In my fantasy dream world, this Joseph would play that Joseph.
There’s only one male character in this book who isn’t a rapist, so I thought I’d focus on him. Dudes are pretty much on the back-burner in this whole novel. It’s a really beautiful, poetic story about a woman coming into her own. Naturally, I’m going to dissect it.
- goes from “hi” to “let’s get married” pretty damn fast
- in a band, travels a lot
- not a rapist
- Not being a rapist is a really important quality in a man.
- he’s married to a girl who has a lot of sex issues
- and identity issues
- because her mom used to stick her fingers in her no-no places
- to make sure she still had a hymen
- so she sodomized herself with a cooking utensil
- and ran away from home
- to be with Joseph
- but then she ran away from Joseph to Haiti
- so that she wouldn’t need to deal with her sex issues?
- I mean, that’s basically his problem.
- Oh yeah, and he doesn’t have a real job.
A lot of these folks would have benefited from some self-love and sex ed.
- very understanding
- and caring
- and a musician
- not racist
- not a rapist
- these things are very important
- travels a lot because he’s a musician
- got his girl pregnant the first time they had sex
- like, she didn’t even have a chance to get over all her sex issues
- it was like, boom, pregnant
- and I kind of hate him for that
- like really, you couldn’t pull out or use a condom for at least a little bit?
- or maybe just do oral for the first couple of months?
- Just like, “oh, your mom tortured you and you ran away from home to be with me, let me just
- put a baby in you ASAP.”
- Ew, Joseph. Ew.
Your penis must have some kind of crazy GPS navigation to the unfertilized eggs. I’m not interested in that. I also don’t want to run away from home and then completely depend on you and have you impregnate me. Everything about this sounds awful. You still get points for not being a rapist or a racist, so I’ll come listen to your band at Rockwood or something. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Are you turned on yet?
So hi. I’ve been in school reading shit like The Canterbury Tales, which I have no interest in writing about, and I took a break from being overly critical of fictional characters. Sorry for the hiatus. Since I also carry hearts in a box for Aztec gods (part time), I was immediately drawn to Jess Galvan of “The Dead Run.” Let’s see how he measures up to the ruler:
About Jess Galvan
- wrongfully jailed in Mexico
- for defending a hooker
- who was being gang-raped
- he’s pure of heart
- or something
- until he kills someone in cold blood
- He has to bring a still-beating human heart through the desert
- to some ceremony
- to appease an Aztec god
- and bring about the end of days
- but he’s actually part Aztec god himself.
- Can someone be this flawless?
- Oh, he married a religious nutjob
- Oh well. Spoke too soon.
- In addition to the whole still-beating heart, end of days, Aztec god thing, his daughter has also been kidnapped by a cult who wants to rape her/eat her heart/use her as a channel to the Aztec god world/something equally horrifying for a father.
How about now?
- there’s the whole “always defending women” thing
- regardless of whether they’re virgins or prostitutes
- which is nice.
- And he loves his daughter.
- Did I mention he’s part god?
- like a very small part, though
- like when I say I’m part Incan, like
- 1/162th of a percent or something.
- pawn of evil
- sometimes possessed by a bloodthirsty god
- who I think killed his wife while he was deflowering her or something
- so yeah there’s a lot of weird virgin/whore stuff in this book
- he was in jail
- so he was unable to be with his wife and kid
- so that kind of sucks
- I like when the dudes I’m dating aren’t in prison
- but I’m a bitch like that
Lots of good qualities, but the whole “might be possessed by an Aztec god” thing is a little crazy. Yes, that’s my way of saying that I would totally go for it. BIEN SEXXI.
Something like this seems to be Lia’s end goal. What really happens is that she ends up in a motel with Elijah.
Wintergirls is thoroughly depressing. I would not recommend reading this book if you’ve ever had an eating disorder, ever thought about dieting, are on a diet, are overweight, underweight, or a normal weight, or are ever concerned mildly about your caloric intake.
It’s pretty intense.
At 95 pounds, anorexic Lia doesn’t have much to show off. But there is one boy who seems kinda involved and kinda all right.
- janitor at a cheap motel
- where Lia’s best friend puked herself to death
- like, she ruptured her esophagus
- he doesn’t have parental units
- concerned about Lia’s well-being
- but still, acne. ACNE.
- He’s friends with a suicidal anorexic girl who is haunted by the ghost of her dead bulimic friend.
- He lives in the motel where he works
- and worst of all
- HE HAS ACNE.
- shares food with Lia even though he’s broke
- and she’s clearly not interested in eating
- but she does it anyway
- because she can tell he cares or something.
- is basically Lia’s only good friend
- like, the only positive influence
- since her other best friend just encouraged the disordered eating
- he also calls her out on some of her bullshit
- like, the whole being inconsiderate and spoiled stuff
- he didn’t rape Lia’s unconscious, dying body
- no seriously, he gets points for that.
- In the end, he leaves Lia for dead
- in a cheap hotel room
- and takes all of her money
- as there’s a blizzard outside
- and possibly no way for her to get out
Lia, you’re thin enough and young enough to be someone’s trophy wife. This is probably the worst advice I will ever give to a fictional teenager, but please start going after rich, old perverts.
Elijah, use the money you stole from Lia to get some Proactiv and then hit me up. Oh, and I guess leaving Lia for dead was a pretty rotten move. Rating: BONER-KILLER.
Jesus. Literally. Jesus.
But not Jesus from the Bible. If you need to know anything about THAT Jesus, here is all you really need to know: His first miracle was turning water to wine at a party.
Yeah, you know you wanna party with Jesus, you know, before he got all emo.
But I won’t be evaluating that particular Jesus. This is Jesus from the perception of horny pre-teen Samantha Bee. Let’s go.
- secretly in love with nine-year old Samantha Bee
- Eats Tang from the package
- middle name is “H”
- kind of like how Homer Simpson’s middle name is “J”
- looks like Kris Kristofferson from A Star is Born
- except Sam acknowledges that he might be “part black“
Wow, they both look pretty good. Damn, Black Jesus.
- Since this is all Samantha Bee’s delusional horny confused pre-adolescent mind
- there are lots of good points
- for example
- Jesus has a great ass
- looks great in cowboy boots and jeans
- and I bet he’s packin’ in those tight jeans
- that last part was me, not Samantha
- Well-groomed chest hair
- Likes having his feet rubbed with exotic oils
- I guess you have to humor Jesus’s desires a little bit, right?
- Willing to defend a bitch’s honor
- long-distance relationship
- like, really long distance
- like, he never shows up
- except in the form of a kind of creepy priest???
Sam, I’m glad you outgrew your weird crush on Jesus and started dating people who were physically real. Although the guy who called you “slut tits” was probably not a winner, either. Luckily, it looks like the dude you finally married is pretty chill.
Jesus, you might seem pretty cool from afar, but your absence is a huge turn-off. And don’t give me that spiritual “I’m everywhere” crap. I require an actual, physical body. 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.
Wait, Dr. Wu, I have a chart to show you…hold on…I put it…somewhere…
Everyone knows Ian Malcolm. There’s even fan fiction literotica about him. It was like shooting fish in a barrel, I know, I know.
But there’s a character in the book whose role is severely diminished in the movie, and he’s like, an unsung hero of Jurassic fucking Park. Really unsung, because he uhm MADE ALL THE DINOSAURS.
Without Dr. Wu, the story would have ended with a delusional old man with a mosquito cane.
About Dr. Henry Wu
- child prodgy
- studied at MIT
- chief geneticist at JP
- Not much of a social life
- because he spends most of his time uhm making dinosaurs
- is primarily out to make a name for himself
- you know, be famous as the dude who cloned dinosaurs
- which is pretty panty-removeworthy as it is
- When Malcolm says the scientists are more worried about if they COULD
- than if they SHOULD
- clone dinosaurs
- Wu is pretty much the definition of that.
- He’s focused on his work right up until the end
- when a raptor jumps on him and eats him.
- Yes, in the book, he dies
- A genius
- who clones dinosaurs
- I mean, do we need to really know anything else?
- in the book he actually does have the foresight
- to try to engineer the dinosaurs to be slower
- but Hammond is like LOL no.
- But Wu isn’t a moron
- He just has a moron boss
- NO KIDS
- that’s really important, everyone
- I don’t want no baby mama drama
- Or ex drama
- Which Wu seems to have none of since he just is smart and clones dinosaurs.
- No sense of humor
- I mean, maybe it’s hard to have a sense of humor on raptor fucking island
- But like, Wu never cracks a smile, man.
- it’s all dinos, cloning, oh wow they’re breeding, oh crap I’m dead
- like, when is it going to be about ME?
- He lacks a sense of the big picture
- Like, if Ian Malcolm is all about ethics and big picture
- Wu is the opposite
- so focused on the task at hand
- like tunnel vision focused on the task at hand
- right until a raptor is eating his ass
- So like, booksmart, not streetsmart
I’d hit that, if I could get him away from dinosaurs for more than fifteen minutes. But I get it, he wants to be a famous scientist forever.
Also, don’t tell Ian Malcolm. He might get jealous. Actually, he probably wouldn’t. Wait, why am I worried about the feelings of fictional characters?
The best thing: Wu’s queue is shorter than Malcolm’s. I’m behind Dilophosaurus. Rating: BIEN SEXXI.
As a kid, Jurassic Park was more than just my favorite movie — I think at one point it was my legal guardian. The paperwork is fuzzy.
Ian Malcolm’s character in the movie is pretty true to his character in the book. They made some people a lot worse in the film. But let’s take a look, shall we?
About Ian Malcolm
- famous chaos theory mathematician
- like, a rock star of math.
- I’m already sold
- is brought to Jurassic Park to endorse/not endorse the park
- wears all black
- because he can’t be bothered with clothes
- has multiple kids with multiple women
- is always on the lookout for the next ex-Mrs. Malcolm.
- He’s trapped on raptor fucking island.
- ability to predict everything that is going to happen
- and be snarky and sarcastic
- even in the face of death
- …although if I was really being eaten by a t-rex and some dude was like ‘I TOLD YOU SO’
- I would probably kill him
- but it works well here.
- the multiple kids, multiple wives thing is a bummer
- but he’s rich, right?
- so he probably hasn’t completely abandoned them?
- In both books, Malcolm’s MO is pretty much
- ‘get hurt, take morphine, ramble about chaos theory.’
- he’s way, way more heroic in the movies.
- Just sayin’.
I’m definitely in line to be the next ex-Mrs. Malcolm. I’m number 8930. Take a ticket and get behind me. Rating: BIEN SEXXI.
Her ass isn’t THAT flat, I guess.
Just in case you need directions on how to fuck up a relationship (being a teenage boy who pumps lots of iron seems to have something to do with it) then read “This is How You Lose Her” by Junot Diaz.
Here’s the text from “Miss Lora” if you need to try before you buy.
About Unnamed Teenage Boy, called UTB from here on
- sixteen years old (like Pi Patel!)
- brother dead from cancer
- but the brother was a cheater.
- like their dad.
- lives in a generally bad area
- and he’s not really expected to go to college
- and do stuff with his life
- but he lifts lots of weights and tries to be a good boyfriend
- and get laid.
- he has a girlfriend named Paloma
- who won’t have sex with him
- because she’s college-bound and she’s worried that UTB is a muscular anchor
- who will impregnate her
- and ruin her life and she’ll be another statistic and all that happy stuff
- UTB is also obsessed with sci-fi and the apocalypse
- like the movie “Red Dawn.”
- and a single older woman in the neighborhood is hitting on him
- but she has no tits and ass.
- but she’s kinda interested in his mind and life
- and not just his dick.
Basically, if you want to lose her, you can cheat on her, ignore her, don’t stick up for her while your brother bangs her, make sure she’s much older than you so things can never get serious, or let her get her teeth knocked out by chick gangs. This is pretty much what I learned from this book.
- Seems to be smart and in generally good shape
- tries really hard to go down on Paloma
- but she doesn’t let him…what?
- she must not really know how pregnancy works
- I mean, not giving up the pussy, I can understand, but not even oral?
- I mean, REALLY?
- This part of the story kind of annoyed me, if you can’t tell
- Very idealistic
- and romantic
- and ultimately he is college bound!
- and willing to date a bald girl in college
- he seems innocent enough, but he does end up cheating on Paloma with the old lady
- which I guess I could forgive because he’s sixteen
- and she’s in her thirties
- and she’s kinda raping/taking advantage of him
- and he’s just a horny teenager.
- but you know, he whines about what a piece of crap his dad and brother were, and goes and does the same thing
- although I get the feeling he’ll grow out of those issues
- very premature ejaculation during sex.
- And he’s obsessed with “Red Dawn.”
- That counts as two strikes
- like, more than the whole cheating thing.
Since Paloma ended their long relationship the moment she went away to college, his infidelity doesn’t seem too bad. He definitely didn’t seem to be stringing Paloma along — UTB was clearly a placeholder for her until she could find the dude she really wanted.
It’s a little sad that he was taken advantage of by the old lady, but you can really see UTB is going to grow up into a great bf. Sorry you were treated like crap, UTB, better luck next time. Call me when you’re 30. Rating: bien sexxi.
Meditating with a tiger NBD SMH LOL.
I’m sure you all know the basics of Life of Pi, even if you’ve just seen the cover of the book. Big blue ocean. One boat. A boy and a tiger. It’s not a complicated plot, but, like anything in this world, there’s still just enough room for a pervert like me to have an opinion.
About Pi Patel
- sixteen years old
- son of a zookeeper
- well-off, but manages not to be a dick about it
- spiritual, deep, but not spoiled, like an artist with a trust fund he can’t touch until he’s 35
- Stranded at sea on a shitty lifeboat
- without too much know-how
- or supplies
- and his family is dead
- OH AND DID I MENTION THERE’S A TIGER WITH HIM.
- HE PUTS THE TIGER’S NEEDS FIRST.
- Like food and water and stuff. He doesn’t have sexual relations with the tiger.
- But I’m sure that tendency translates into other areas.
- Realizes that he needs the tiger too
- and they develop this beautiful relationship where the tiger’s senses alert Pi to danger
- like on that island that eats you in your sleep
- and turns your teeth into flowers
- and they eventually trust each other to live in the same boat
- it’s just such a beautiful relationship
- Circus trainers who beat tigers into doing tricks just don’t get it
- THEY JUST DON’T WANT TO PUT IN THE EFFORT
- oh yeah and he’s pretty deep and spiritual and wise and stuff like that
- and he has survival skills
- and clearly relationship skills
- more impressively, he retains his relationship skills in a survival situation
- he has like three religions
- and I have none
- so raising our kids would be really difficult
- and it would have to be that serious, because this guy definitely doesn’t hook up.
- he possibly hallucinated the whole tiger thing
- so yeah he uhm might be prone to some PTSD or shell shock or severe emotional fuckeduppery.
At the end, he did have a wife and children, so I’ll take that as proof that he doesn’t hallucinate and murder people in his sleep. With machetes. Rating: bien sexxi.
Also, I think I should tell all of you that I’m married to Pi now. Not literally, but spiritually. Like how nuns marry Jesus. Just letting you know.