Confessions of a Faux Pomo Homo
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
I'm re-starting this process of blogging for one major reason: I seem to have some neurotic tendency toward the confessional impulse. It's not that I've sinned and need to confess, per se; maybe something sublime has happened, maybe I just need to get something unspeakably gauche off my chest, but otherwise I bottle things up and let out ruinous genies at inopportune times.
That said, lets start off with this:
People tend to think I'm pretentious. I disagree. I delight in things like Honey Boo-Boo (in small quantities). I think it's just my tendency to say things like "Brechtian" that get in the way. If I know a word, I use it, even if I have no clue what it really means because 99 times out of 100 I can use a word like that and no one will call me out on it. And then I end up looking pretentious. This usually happens when I'm drunk, which is quite often./
That said, lets start off with this:
People tend to think I'm pretentious. I disagree. I delight in things like Honey Boo-Boo (in small quantities). I think it's just my tendency to say things like "Brechtian" that get in the way. If I know a word, I use it, even if I have no clue what it really means because 99 times out of 100 I can use a word like that and no one will call me out on it. And then I end up looking pretentious. This usually happens when I'm drunk, which is quite often./
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