“David Garnett was present at the birth of Grant’s daughter, Angelica Garnett (née Bell), on 25 December 1918, and wrote to a friend shortly afterwards, “I think of marrying it. When she is 20, I shall be 46 – will it be scandalous?”. When Angelica was in her early twenties, they did marry (on 8 May 1942), to the horror of her parents.”—
It’s like a real-life werewolf imprinting shitshow.
Oh, and this is not in the quote, but David Garnett was also the lover of Duncan Grant, who in his turn was with Vanessa Bell (the mother of Angelica) and was the biological father of Angelica, even though she didn’t carry his name. Which is to say, David Garnett married his lover’s daughter.
Don’t get me wrong- I watch Sex and The City. I never got why she wore a lot of shit on her head, or why she thought Chris Noth was remotely fuckable, but I still dug that slutty old lady who made all the cock puns. I’ve seen most of the episodes, I’ve drank booze and saw them with my ‘girlfriends’ and at one point I concluded I may have been a Miranda even though I’m not a ginger bitch. However, there’s been something about the show that has been gnawing at me lately.
I’ve been out of college with a writing degree for almost a year now. I too, moved to NYC (well, Brooklyn, but I wear more skinny jeans than Charlotte) to pursue writing. And I’ve done pretty well with it, soo fucking whoop-de-do for me, but something’s been bothering me and I just need to get it off my chest:
Carrie Bradshaw, you gotta be tripping balls to have us believe that you can sustain yourself that extravagantly on that one stupid-ass column. You lying bitch!
“Look what my dad got me,” the boy said shyly, perched on the living room stairs, one of the few quiet spots in a house with five children.
A little more than 12 hours later, the police say, the boy stood near those stairs with a handgun and killed his father, Jeff Hall, as he lay on the living room couch. It was about 4 a.m. on May 1; paramedics declared Mr. Hall dead when they arrived.
The police say that the killing was intentional, but that the motives behind it are still not fully understood.
This is a really interesting article. It talks about how when bad things happen to white people the media is all over it and when bad things happen to people of color there is hardly a mention. The media loves to criminalize women of color, so stories like this are covered more thoroughly, so the idea of “bad” black people can be perpetuated.
It also brings a really interesting layer becuase of the sexual assault piece. Norwood, the woman of color and survivor, is not believed and turned into the (alleged) perpetrator. I find it unbelievable that Norwood would tie herself up after murdering her co-worker. However, according to the evidence, two men never entered the building.
The implications of this story, to me, are probably the continuing criminalization of women of color, and the refusal to believe sexual assault victims and survivors. This is what happens when the news sensationalizes stories and only tells sensational stories in order to keep ratings up. It is never harmless.
My first box braids were inspired by her as well..I then learned I look silly in box braids..TLC taught me I look silly in hats…
Thank goodness for popstars! In later years, Aaliyah taught me the art of the side fringe, Toni Braxton inspired an ill-judged short cut, and Michael from Boyz II Men showed me that a cane could add cool points to any ensemble.
Last, but by no means least, Fergie taught me that abs - however chiselled - don’t need to be the main part of every outfit.
For the first time I’m keeping a list of books I’ve read. Partly for my own edification, but also just for the joy of making lists. Y’know? Not on this list - as I am currently reading them - are Tina Fey’s Bossypants and Michelle Margorian’s Back Home. Have you any recommendations?
The Boy With The Topknot – Sathnam Sanghera
At Home – Bill Bryson (started in 2010)
Freedom – Jonathan Franzen
Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro
Sag Harbor – Colson Whitehead
Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk – David Sedaris
Naked – David Sedaris (incomplete)
The Bluest Eye – Toni Morrison
Something Borrowed – Emily Giffin
Coconut Unlimited – Nikesh Shukla
The Ten Year Nap – Meg Wolitzer
The Long Song – Andrea Levy
Tiny Sunbirds, Far Away – Christie Watson (incomplete)
I feel a little bit bad for Nick Clegg, actually. Yes, he fucked up, but the Tories are still fucking us over. So. In future years, I will deny I ever wrote this. I will claim Jedi mind trickery. Just FYI.