When I posted the cover of the book I was reading the other day, several people wanted a book report. I'm sure Abigail will be mad at me for this (because she likes the genre), but I'm not gonna lie: Except in rare instances, postmodern literature is very, well, postmodern. This book is no exception. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
How's that for an in-depth [and very postmodern, not to mention tautologically tautological] literary review? Then again, if I wanted to be truly postmodern, I could perhaps give an anti-literary review of an entirely different book, or three others, plus the mail that arrived in my mailbox, and while I'm at it, throw in what I think of CFL lightbulbs, my cholesterol report, AND the instructions on the back of my new hair dye box, all at the same time, written backwards, and in no particular sequence. (Hey, I think I just figured out Sarah Palin! Damn, I didn't realize! She's brilliant after all! See what good comes of this everyday blogging exercise?)(Or have I simply lost my mind?)
And you thought I was just copping out because I didn't understand the genre. FOOLED YA!
But the postmodern Olympic gold medal winner I can appreciate: Shaun White, just following his win, to the press: "I don't feel like talking right now, guys." (subtext: "Fuck off.") And then, when he did give an interview, he used the word "gosh" more than once. I could not control my mirth. A snowboarder saying "gosh"?
Dude. I.don't.THINK.so. It felt somehow dirty.
But then he showed up on Oprah the next day! Hahahaha. Oh, how I love it. LOVE!
And the postmodern TV commercial, I can get into that, too. This thing has gone viral, I know. Even though I've pretty much been hibernating from the internet this week, and I did not watch the Super Bowl, I've seen this tweeted and retweeted repeatedly, and I saw that Ariana Huffington posted it. I even saw it on the actual teevee the other night during the Olympics. But in case you have been living under a rock, or even just for the sheer joy of seeing it again, here it is, (and WHAT a coincidence!) a (somewhat) different kind of studhorse man.
*OMG, I shudder to think of the poor Googlers who are looking for a serious review. LOL. Ah, the postmodern blogger.