[150] Screed City

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06/09/2022. Thursday. Kitchen Microwave. Beaver Haus. Lower Granville, Vermont.

Well, it happened. After all these years of hard work, sacrifice, denied gratification, focus, wheeling and dealing, early mornings and late nights, after all the meals I had to prepare when I wasn't hungry, all the times I got relegated to the Garbage Room to write, it finally happened for me. Professor Curly made it into the Daily Mail! I can't believe it! And if came out of nowhere. She had been in the Mail a total of 17 hours before I even noticed. How crazy is that? I mean, I was kind of aware that her movie had been announced. That there had been some activity. And, apparently she was keeping this information from me, because even she was unsure what it meant. She didn't want to spend her waning hours in Vermont talking nonsense about things she herself was in the dark about. But eventually she told me they had released the information to the public. And at first that information about the information meant very little to me, because I was two times removed from the darkness, but as time went on, as I toiled my day making Cubby Bubbys for this Saturday's Farmers Market. My ear things in, talking to Professor Curly as she drove down to the City to get ready to fly to [redacted.] Once again I lost the phone call because a producer was calling to talk about this or that. I did the ritual I do about every two or three days. I typed "Professor Curly Daily Mail" into the looking thing. And there it was. As big as shit. It wasn't an article from the PU York Times decrying the end of the Status Quo or the Daily Beast, or something equally repugnant, it was the beloved and caustically racist and right leaning assholes across the drink:

Sydney Sweeney displays her killer figure in skintight grey leggings and matching bra while out in LA

Now, if you are not familiar with these sorts of articles, you should be thankful that you don't fall into their traps. The misogyny alone should keep you away, but I have a very long and complicated history with Right Wing Media. I read the NY Post for years. It cost $.25 cents, and had Page Six and a word jumble and "Strange News." And sometimes they would run an article so sensational that I would delight with absolute glee about it. And since it was obviously Right Wing Propaganda, I was never in any danger of accidentally getting tricked into believing a single word they said. I could usually just decide the opposite of what they were saying was true, then cross reference with the PU Times, maybe one of the freebies and the Daily News and I would find something resembling the truth. But then the Daily News went from $.25 cents to a $.50 cents. The NY Post declared "We will never be 50 cents!" Then they became $.50 cents. Then it was like that for a while. I would buy either the Daily News or the NY Post. The Daily News had better cartoons. And then Linda Stasi moved from the NY Post to the Daily News and Page Six went under, somehow. How a gossip section goes under, I don't know. I mean, her columns were something else. She reviewed television shows. From the prospective of a mother. And they were actually very good. But after she moved to the Daily News she started doing politics, and, I mean, her politics and my politics do not overlap. But I kept reading the Daily Snooze. As the NY Post calls it. But then they both went up to $1 dollar. At that point I stopped reading either of them. The NY Post went full racist. They were easy to quit. At that time also, there were two different free newspapers in New York City. And the Onion was still in print. Plus, if I needed actual news, I had the PU Times. I mean, not long after that Sandy came to town. Sunk the Onion. The warehouses flooded and they never recovered. Both the NY Post and the Daily Snooze had some troubles as well. Also, people were starting to use their computers to do the news now. I mean, at some point I stopped buying newspapers at all because of this. Maybe I would get a free one for the train ride, but those things sucked. Mostly. I mean, there was also this thing called Time Out New York that I liked. That also stopped print editions. Which would feature things like what Professor Curly was doing. I mean, my point is. After I stopped reading print things I read them on the computer. The NY Post was too racist. Then the Daily News declared itself to be in competition, and quite proudly, with the NY Post for being the most racist rag in town. And I have never gone back to either of them.

Enter the Daily Mail. The Daily Mail is English. They cover American news from and English viewpoint. They are extremely racist and misogynistic and Radically Right Wing, but since they are English, they still think people should get health care. So, no matter how far they go, they still maintain a little bit of sanity, and that isn't saying much, but it helps me justify it, a little bit. I mean, they are seriously and unequivocally the place to go to find out what the exact opposite of the truth is when it comes to politics. So, much like the NY Post, I don't believe a single word they say. I mean, I don't remember how I landed on this news site. But I did, and for years I didn't think much about it. And then the whole world went crazy. America elected the Orange Douche and since then it has been a daily struggle to figure out if I am doing more harm than good by reading this rag, but the truth is, at this point I just read the headlines and know what the Fascist Right is up to. Who they are demonizing. What their talking points are. I mean, plus bikini pics. Which leads me to Professor Curly and all of her glory.

I mean, after I saw this article I called and called and called. She didn't answer. She was driving. Finally after many unsuccessful attempts I went back to the Bubbys. Minding my own business. A long time later she finally called me back. She said:

"What's up?" I couldn't contain my excitement. I said:

"You don't know? You didn't hear?!" She said:

"What?!" I screamed:

"You did it! You are in the Daily Mail!" I mean, I have been waiting for this for a very long time. I thought for sure they would print something about her Broadway show at the very least. They hate leakers and whistle blowers and woman and they see New York City as left leaning hell-hole. I would think they would jump on the idea that a whistle blower was getting a Broadway show about her. Those liberal woke dipshits. But it never happened. The show did it's thing. And there was no mention at all. I checked and checked. For months and months. Every couple of days. Professor Curly Daily Mail. Nothing doing. I mean, PC wasn't as excited as I was, but we did bond in the early days about the Daily Mail. She knows it for different reasons than I do, but we bonded nonetheless. I mean, she said:

"No shit!" I was very excited. I started telling her about the article. I sent her an electronic mail about it. But she was driving. She couldn't read it. So I was telling her the details. She said:

"Oh, I got to go. I have to take this call." I lost out to a producer yet again. I said:

"Call my agent." Then she hung up.

She called back eventually. I read her the parts that she was mentioned by name. And she said:

"I love how of all the things I have accomplished, the Broadway show, the Guggenheim, the awards, whatever, all of it, the only thing that excites you is me getting into the Daily Mail."

I mean, she has a point, butwhatever. All that other shit is amazing. I couldn't do it. I haven't done it. I won't do it. And it is all very impressive. A lifetime of good work. Focused, diligent, genius work, but here is what I think. That is all part of the game. If she gets the MacArthur tomorrow I wouldn't be surprised. This shit is all Status Quo things. The reason you go to Harvard or Bodoing. Or Yale or Columbia. It is all some sick insider trading bullshit, that, for some of these people, Professor Curly included, it is valid. You work hard enough, long enough, doing great work, you will get recognized. The good ol' American Dream. The meritocracy. But still, it is a club. And as a club, many of us, myself included, will never get there. Not for any other reason than the fact that is a club. And since I am not in that club, I should not expect to be rewarded by that club. But the Daily Mail is different. Sure, it is it's own gross club. The reason that PC is now in that club is because of Celebrity, but so what?! I mean, it is just the beginning. A beginning of what? I don't know. I mean, I remember when Tom Fruin was on Page Six because he sold a "Painting" to Willem Defoe and there was some troubles mailing his art to Texas because it involved using drug bags with drugs in them. I mean, it is all just stupid celebrity stuff, but it is hilarious and, frankly, entertaining as shit. I mean, I look forward to how this is going to play out. I feel a little bad for PC because now she has to deal with trolls and assholes who know nothing about nothing who are going to say things like, and I quote:

"I love Sydney Sweeney but she looks nothing like Reality Winner. Amy Schumer, Lena Dunham or Amy Adams would have been a better choice for this roll."

End quote. I mean, Reality was 24 when this happened. Sydney is like 23. I mean, to start with. But that is beside the point. Shit just doesn't work that way. But if that is the knee jerk reaction to what the movie Professor Curly is making, I mean, hold onto your butts, because things are not going to get less absurd. And I think that what happened today, in a sense, is that PC just went viral. I mean, I don't know if that is a good thing or not, the modern lottery system has a way of making life miserable for people just trying to do good things, but maybe it is a good thing. All press is good press, right? Ignore the critics. Don't engage. Stay focused. I mean, what the hell do I know? I am allergic to social media. But sadly, for Professor Curly, she actually has to deal with this. For herself, for the movie, for her career. And I am interested to know how it falls out. Maybe it will all just blow over and she can put her dailies to the grindstone as the bridesmaids say and make a great movie. Or, who knows? Maybe TMZ is calling her right now? Asking for deets. I mean, who knows? Luckily she is getting on a plane to [Redacted] tomorrow. Shit! I should go back and redact that from before, just in case. I mean, I doubt they will be able to sneak into my feed and come looking for intel, but you can never be sure this day and age. The internet is a wild place. You never can tell when it is about to turn on you. But, PC is ditching town. And won't be back for a week, so maybe it will all blow over and she can get down to work when she gets back. I mean, unless the producers have a different idea. I don't know how these Hollywood-types work.

Anyway. Good work, Professor Curly! The World Stage! Up there with Hulk Hogan's sex tape and Paris Hilton's crotch shots. I mean, I guess her sex tape too. I gotta go, I have a thing I need to mail out real quick. Just joking. But the Daily Mail has a thing that they put on every video snippet they publish that says:

"We pay money for video!" Meaning, you got something sordid, we will publish it, and pay you for it. Pretty fucking gross.

Also, anyway. I was planning on writing Roach Town [Italics] tonight, but this breaking news came in instead. But also, I am super excited for these January 6th hearings tonight. So I wrote early. I am not holding my breath about them, but I don't know. America needs to open their fucking eyes right about now. Our Democracy is hanging like a child's baby tooth, with just a tiny string of gum keeping it dangling, and who knows what will grow out of that empty socket. I mean, if we aren't careful, if we ignore this, like it is just whatever, politics as usual to stage an insurrection, I mean, I remember thinking when it happened:

"At least we now know how easy it will be to actually make it happen the next time."

Butwhatever. You know how I love to end on a sour note. Here is the entire article from the Daily Mail:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-10898101/Sydney-Sweeney-displays-fit-figure-skintight-grey-leggings-matching-bra-LA.html

And a screen shot:

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Smell ya on Saturday.