George Clooney’s “hilarious” on-set pranks always have been, and always will be, the absolute worst. But this trivia tidbit from “Three Kings” manages to wrap sexism and racism in there!
It’s so revealing of the psychology of his “pranking”, too. The entirety of is prank against Nora Dunn, professional actress and awesome lady? Assaulting her. In the face.
And as well as the weird racial assumptions in his statement about Ice Cube, there’s the classic bully mentality revealed - “I won’t pick on this person because I know they’ll fight back.”
Look, he’s a great actor and all (at least, he’s very good at playing Heroic White Guy, whenever he’s lucky enough to find a project with such a rare part), but there is a way to behave as a professional, and he doesn’t do it. Would his “pranks” be tolerated if he was a woman? Or an ethnic minority? Or gay?
Just kidding, y’all, I would never leave notes for the people I live with. Not because I’m polite and don’t like to resort to that kind of behaviour, but because I abhor any form of communication that isn’t Internet-based. And also because I don’t really want these folks to know I live here. My goal is to be a ghost.
Which, incidentally, is not their goal. At least, as far as the guys are concerned. There are three dudes living in this house, and three ladies, and let me tell you - them dudes love to slam doors. And stomp down stairs. And pee directly into the toilet. All of these things are avoidable! How do I know? Because I avoid them myself!
I close doors gently, and I lightly pad down the stairs, and when I urinate I aim my dick a few degrees to the left or right and hit the porcelain just to the side of the water. This isn’t hard!
I’ve been blessed to live either on my own or with ladies for too long. I totally forgot this was a thing! And, like, I don’t care too much, but I care enough to dash off a blog post about it.
And when it comes down to it, I would never censor these guys. I believe in free speech. I think we should all have the right to denounce our governments, or tell rape jokes, or take a piss too loudly.
In fact, in many ways those last two are very similar.
I just finished reading this, and had some interesting thoughts I’d like to share with the author. Does he have a Twitter? Could I send him a note on Facebook? Maybe Google+? Ooh, might he have an app.net account? Maybe a Flickr photo of him at a book release party that I could leave a comment on? Or a YouTube video of him speaking that I could film a quick response to?
See, the joke here is that the book is all about how technology encroaches on our privacy, enveloping our methods of communication and -then- our daily life. It’s a stupid joke that I’m doing, almost facile - maybe as facile as some parts of this silly book.
Credit where it’s due, though - the scenes in which Mae got dressings-down from her superiors were so well written that I got ASMR tingles. Always appreciated.
I’m listening to Pete Holmes’s You Made It Weird, the episode with Tig Notaro. I really enjoy Tig’s comedy (I have an autographed album cover) and am happy that she’s been so successful recently, especially in light of everything she went through a year ago (the cancer, mother’s death, break-up, etc.).
I’m enjoying the episode - it’s funny and thought-provoking. There’s plenty of stuff I don’t agree with that isn’t getting my goat.
But then there’s this chunk where she and Pete start shitting on Twitter (and other social media) with the classic criticism that it’s making people less engaged and present, and that it adds nothing of value in exchange for taking away so much of your attention.
And I’m sorry, but that’s just… that’s crap. I mean it’s crap for Tig Notaro because the set that recently leapfrogged her a couple of levels of fame had huge social media buzz (kicked off by an endorsement from America’s Asshole Dad, Louis CK1). It’s crap for Pete Holmes, because his recent fame is attributable in large part to the very podcast he’s speaking on, and I think it goes without saying that podcasts don’t get popular without social media. I mean, you’re not gonna see a billboard for Making It With Riki Lindhome2, you know?
Most of all, though, it’s crap for me. Because I’m in London, England right now, and that’s because all the followers and friends I’ve gained thanks to that waste of time called Twitter kicked in $6000 to help me fix my life. I have concrete proof that the time I’ve spent engaging with social media has been worth it to me. And that’s just taking into consideration the cash, let alone stuff like the comedy skills it’s helped me hone, the confidence it’s given me, the friendships (and relationships) I’ve made on this apparently frivolous microblogging service.
I’m sick of having to say this. I’m sick of otherwise smart people saying things that just aren’t true about something that’s so integral to the lives of millions of people. Absolutely don’t join Twitter if you want, absolutely refrain from grabbing a Tumblr blog if you don’t think it’s interesting to you, but don’t make an absolute statement decrying the part of the Internet you don’ t like as detriments to society and human advancement.
A lady I dated a while back and I used to enjoy getting fake-angry at the praise heaped on Marie Curie. We’d pretend that she died from using radium as lipstick, from grinding it onto food like pepper, from sleeping with it at night like a teddy bear.