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.
This would be really romantic if you weren’t married to her sister.
This book had a lot of blah blah about food that I just skipped. I know the recipes had some kind of hidden meaning in the text, but I use Seamless and unsuspecting dates to get food, not my own hands. I mean, I did melt some cheese in a pan today. Does that count?
There was only like, one dude in this whole village. It was so bad that one girl ran away with a soldier and another went to a mental asylum to meet a new man. It was that bad. Aren’t you glad we have dating apps, so that jerks are just a click away?
- in love with Tita
- that’s about it in terms of details.
- he can’t marry Tita
- because she’s supposed to never marry and take care of her mom
- so he marries Tita’s sister to stay close to her
- and the sister has all kinds of problems, like bad breath
- saggy vagina
- big belly
- no breast milk
- vomited her own wedding cake
- the author just made the sister as unappealing as possible.
If you give a fuck, you can follow the recipes in the book and make stuff. I did not care this much.
- Stuck around? Points for that, maybe?
- Stuck around for twelve years.
- Around but not active
- He never really stood up to Tita’s mom or anything
- And he married Tita’s sister
- and cheated on her with Tita
- and got her pregnant
- Why can’t anyone just enjoy sex in any of these books?
- Cheated on his wife with her sister
- I don’t think he went to college or anything
- Actually he doesn’t really seem to do anything?
- What does this cat do?
- Other than whine and have sex with people’s sisters?
I’m not down with this dude. His best qualities seem to be staying around and waiting for convenient times to have sex. He’s like mold, if mold had sex. Oh and when he finally can be with Tita, he dies during sex, and then Tita basically kills herself by eating candles. It’s a lot more romantic in the book, but that’s what it amounts to.
Tita, you should have married the dude you met in the mental asylum.
Pedro, go to school, locate your balls, go back in time and make Tita your wife the first time around. All your romantic whining took twelve years and then you died with your pants around your ankles. Not a good look. BONER-KILLER.
About Thelonius ‘Monk’ from Erasure
- moderately successful novelist
- criticized for not being ‘black’ enough
- smart enough to know race is a social construct
- and that he’s actually a shade of brown, not black
- mom has Alzheimer’s
- gay brother is getting divorced/losing his family/losing his moneys
- abortionist sister doctor murdered by religious people
- he writes a parody of a ‘black’ novel and it ends up becoming a best-seller, and he has to pretend to be two people
- and it’s really annoying because he won’t stop whining about it
- but he uses the money to help out his family and stuff, so that’s cool I guess
This sells, Monk. Deal with it.
- he turns down sex if you’re pathetically desperate
- or if you have bad taste in literature
- no really, he will leave you crying half-naked even with a raging boner
- he’s willing to stick up for gay dudes being hassled at a bar
- even though they end up not needing his help
- oh, and he loves his mom, which is good
- he’s basically Holden Caulfield, but ten years older and a sell-out
- he is incapable of shutting the fuck up about how he was his father’s favorite child
- and just fuck someone.
Whining aside, Monk is still sexxi as hell. His ability to turn down sex had me slipping over my own vaginal juices. Rating: bien sexxi.