this article about the rise of “smurf boys”- notably conor oberst and wes anderson- reaffirms why i can’t stand being lumped in with 20-something college educated people: these harmless guys are just irritating, as are the legion of fans.

apparently this is what “my people” want:

In our Age of Terror, educated art consumers and taste arbiters want nothing more than for Mom to make them a grilled cheese with some Swiss Miss Instant Cocoa on the side. The hand-carvings of the sensitive son–sexless, multi-allergic, bubble dwelling–represent a return to comfort, to nonresponsibility, to sleep.

oh, how true it is! i just need to look at my student workers for affirmation as such.

ganked from here.

ps. could somebody please explain the appeal of dave eggers and mcsweeney’s? from what i can glean, neal pollack’s definition for it as old gaelic for “trendy literary scene” seems apt.

mfa- stands for motherfucking asshole? whatever. if you know me, which most of you do, you probably know i can’t stand people who get mfa’s. i know that’s not nice, and some of my good friends plan on getting one (which is great for them), but a major part of me thinks they’re ridiculous. why do you need to go to university to learn to be creative? i understand that the critiques will help focus a person’s writing, but spending 2+ years to get three letters to append to your name that the publishing world will never fully appreciate seems silly. but then again, i’m not the sort to do something like that. not that i’m not all for creativity, but i prefer it in it’s raw form. hence thee kendrak attack, my sloppy drawings, and my plans for my first big book.

i only say this all cos dr. frank posted about it today. it’s something that’s been a topic of conversation for a while, but as i’ve just started researching my book, and reaquainting myself with why i loathe foucault, it just seems like it bears repeating.