Posts tagged ‘price tags’

December 2nd, 2012

$9.50

karaj:

that’s how much my therapist costs per session, thanks to my grad school health insurance. 

The $.50 is what makes this absolutely premium.

Tags:
November 14th, 2012

karaj: “…he won’t stop talking about how tired he is. then he…



karaj:

“…he won’t stop talking about how tired he is. then he is letting me know that part of why he is tired is bc he had to take care of me last weekend when i had the seizure. let me note that he only had to take care of me for ONE NIGHT and that, honestly, i could have died…[then] he starts yelling at me, telling me im selfish, telling me i am not thankful for last weekend…” 

This makes me so sad to remember. “I don’t think I’m being selfish.”

BARNEYS VS SEIZURE DO THE MATH

November 14th, 2012

karaj: “I do think there is a switch that flips when someone…



karaj:

“I do think there is a switch that flips when someone uses intimidation and gets away with it…I will say it to you—even if you, Kara, were the worst girlfriend in the world, this would not be ok! That is the tough talk. I will support you whatever you do. xoom” 

thanks, mikki. 

I AM BRILLIANT

June 1st, 2012

karaj: lazz: Wayne Koestenbaum: I never knew you weren’t supposed to include the domestic in…

karaj:

lazz:

Wayne Koestenbaum: I never knew you weren’t supposed to include the domestic in poetry, like I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to wear white after Labor Day—or before Memorial Day? Nobody told me. It actually never once occurred to me that the domestic was taboo.

The domestic—a category that includes the food I eat, the errands I run, “lifestyle” arrangements, my household’s day-to-day doings—has always been front and center in my poems and prose, just as my dreams have always been my prime material. (When I was an undergraduate, a creative-writing teacher told me that you weren’t supposed to write about your dreams.) But for me, the things that are truly taboo are income, what things cost, and teaching—my job. When I was unemployed, or before I became a professor, I could talk about my temp jobs, and if I were an adjunct I could still talk about work, but since I’m tenured, I can’t talk about employment except in the most ironic and veiled ways. In my poems, I like to talk about food, but if the arugula is too nurtured and expensive, I can’t mention it. I mentioned in a recent poem a tip I gave a hairdresser, but I think I lied about how much the tip was, because I spend so much to get my hair cut and colored that it would probably disqualify me forever from poetic street cred if any readers knew.[READ MORE]

quasi-relevant to trauma as a bore, esp. w/r/t “making class war something not taboo”;  the taboo serving to protect privilege, preserve inequalities, etc. 

yes. i want to talk about this all the time. 

It’s like weight (except in the ways it isn’t)—you can’t talk about weight except with people in your weight class, really, and those lines are heavily policed.

April 15th, 2012

"the conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM — dominant, secure,…"

“the conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM — dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe, who have free-wheeled to the limits of this `society’ and are ready to wheel on to something far beyond what it has to offer — and nice, passive, accepting `cultivated’, polite, dignified, subdued, dependent, scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seeking Daddy’s Girls, who can’t cope with the unknown, who want to hang back with the apes, who feel secure only with Big Daddy standing by, with a big strong man to lean on and with a fat, hairy face in the White House, who are too cowardly to face up to the hideous reality of what a man is, what Daddy is, who have cast their lot with the swine, who have adapted themselves to animalism, feel superficially comfortable with it and know no other way of `life’, who have reduced their minds, thoughts and sights to the male level, who, lacking sense, imagination and wit can have value only in a male `society’, who can have a place in the sun, or, rather, in the slime, only as soothers, ego boosters, relaxers and breeders, who are dismissed as inconsequents by other females, who project their deficiencies, their maleness, onto all females and see the female as worm.”

-

valerie solanas, SCUM  (via karaj)

to the anon who asked me why people care about Valerie Solanas: relevant

April 14th, 2012

"the conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM — dominant, secure,…"

“the conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM — dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe, who have free-wheeled to the limits of this `society’ and are ready to wheel on to something far beyond what it has to offer — and nice, passive, accepting `cultivated’, polite, dignified, subdued, dependent, scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seeking Daddy’s Girls, who can’t cope with the unknown, who want to hang back with the apes, who feel secure only with Big Daddy standing by, with a big strong man to lean on and with a fat, hairy face in the White House, who are too cowardly to face up to the hideous reality of what a man is, what Daddy is, who have cast their lot with the swine, who have adapted themselves to animalism, feel superficially comfortable with it and know no other way of `life’, who have reduced their minds, thoughts and sights to the male level, who, lacking sense, imagination and wit can have value only in a male `society’, who can have a place in the sun, or, rather, in the slime, only as soothers, ego boosters, relaxers and breeders, who are dismissed as inconsequents by other females, who project their deficiencies, their maleness, onto all females and see the female as worm.”

-

valerie solanas, SCUM  (via karaj)

to the anon who asked me why people care about Valerie Solanas: relevant

March 4th, 2012

on balenciaga boots

karaj:

malarky-shenanigans:

customer: … omg and I got them on sale too! they were like, a thousand dollars originally but i got them for like six hundred.
me: no!
customer: well six hundred dollars is still… you know! but compared to…
me: … no no it’s ok, i speak fashion prices.

at the cindy sherman opening i told aliza “these alexander mcqueen heels cost $1000, i haven’t worn them since new year’s 2010 when i was with mike, they were in vogue twice.” then at the whitney biennale party i was like “this marni dress cost $2,000, i bought it for my thirtieth birthday, and it was in vogue.” then i noted: 1. i knew i was being an asshole 2. i don’t buy clothes almost ever ever anymore and if i do it’s, like, a $30 dress 3. i don’t even care about vogue 4. seriously, i don’t actually care about vogue, i like 90s bazaar and old w. 5. that it was appropriate to wear the mcqueen heels after such a significant hiatus in celebration of feminist art, which aliza agreed with. i did not note that i might actually be wrong and it might have been the dress that was in vogue twice. also, chloe sevigny was modeling either the heels or the dress. who can remember anymore. 

1. Liz and I used to always be like, how much does she spend on her clothes?

2. You told me the price of everything you wore in the hospital and it made me think you’d be ok

3. It was totally appropriate.

4. I’m getting jealous of Aliza.

5. I LOVE NUMBERING THINGS WITH A PASSION YOU’D BE AFRAID OF