which have come to obsess the nation. And as I am part of the nation I find I’m not immune to it. It’s not that I’m concerned about the direction in which her career is going, because she seems to have an abnormally strong business head for a celebrity that has mananged to remain top-tier celebrity without ‘selling out’ as yet*. What bothers me are her tits. It’s not their shape or their aesthetic, or the transitions they go through from video to live appearance to video. It’s their referentiality that concerns me. She is bent on doing interesting things with every other part of her body except her tits, which she, in clothing, appears to render up each time in slavish imitation of all female pop stars—-controversial or not—-that came before her. This cannot, nor will not come to good. Will she long be able to distinguish herself from the crowd, or will her tits be the thing to drag her down into the mire?
*For confusion about the term ‘selling out’, see Madonna’s entire career, or Beyonce’s Nokia campaign.
“Like so many men, he had found that he had only one or two ideas.”
Better than Fitzgerald is Miller, with his lack of christian intolerance, and the complete absence in his writing of any emotion that is not disgust, exstacy or amused appreciation. Better than Miller is Fitzgerald, with his old-world loyalties and ashamed romanticism, his finger on the trigger of what we would come to refer to as the death drive.