Things That Are Ridiculous
On the nineteenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts (which, by the way, is a fictional event that never actually happened…right?), J.K. Rowling tweeted that she was sorry for killing Severus Snape, whom Alan Rickman (still upset about his death last January, which actually did happen because he was a real person) portrayed in the films. Rowling’s prolific tweeting, not only about which of her characters she’s sorry she killed, but also about reality at large (i.e., things not related to Harry Potter), apparently prompted fellow British author Joanna Trollope to compare Rowling to Kim Kardashian, which is quite a big stretch if you ask me. According to Trollope, authors who tweet as much as Rowling does are “a threat to literature.” Alright, alright, calm the fuck down, Joanna Trollope. If anything, Rowling is an addict whose substance of choice is the fictional world she created. I remember Rowling going on record saying she was “done” after the publication of Deathly Hallows, but it’s about ten years later and we now have Pottermore, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and last summer’s Cursed Child (which has been scheduled for a portkey across the Atlantic Ocean to Broadway next April). Rowling’s inability to walk away from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is a bit quirky and, in my opinion, slightly disturbing (like most addictions are), but it’s certainly not a threat to Literature at large, which, by the way, is possibly the most pretentious thing to actively worry about.
If you need a reminder of how old you are, Hanson’s debut (and possibly only?) album, Middle of Nowhere, was released twenty years ago. Don’t you miss the days when mmmmmmbop was an acceptable lyric?
The Cut pondered which emojis are best for sexting, because that’s apparently something we need to spend time and energy thinking about in greater detail. 😈 🤡 🍆
Things That Are Artsy
Andy Warhol and Truman Capote’s friendship is the fodder for a new play, “Warhol Capote,” opening in September at the American Repertory Theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts. This is great news, but would be even greater if David Bowie and Philip Seymour Hoffman could reprise their roles as the titular leads. Sigh. Miss them both as much as I miss Alan Rickman, to be honest. (Especially David Bowie. I loved David Bowie.)
Previously unpublished Diane Arbus photos of New York! Yay! On the subject of photography: Check out these reinterpretations of classic photographs using a slightly different medium–Play-Doh!–by Eleanor Macnair. The ten photos in the Times article don’t include any Play-Doh recreations of Arbus’s work, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist! Here’s the juxtaposition Arbus’s photograph, Identical Twins, Roselle, N.J. (1967), and Macnair’s recreation of it using Play-Doh (2015). Fun!
If the idea of Play-Doh replacing black-and-white photography as a medium is bugging you, brush up on why the medium is the message by checking out Open Culture‘s analysis of Marshall McLuhan’s cameo in Woody Allen’s Annie Hall (1977).
Things That Are Fartsy
The Madonna-whore complex exists in academia too, and it’s basically the mother-bitch dichotomy. This article from the Chronicle of Higher Education reviews Deborah Nelson’s book Tough Enough, which explores the phenomenon that female intellectualism is often perceived as synonymous with “heartlessness.”
In wine-related news: Need a summer job? This Oregon winery is looking for folks to travel the country while drinking wine out of cans. If you’re lucky enough to have a stable non-alcohol-related job but still want to experience wine in a can, just pop by your Trader Joe’s wine shop for a $4 pack of canned rosé or Prosecco.