Thu. June 7
The Daily Pop Culture Scene
When I was seven or eight years old, I began to read the science-fiction magazines that were brought by guests into my grandparents’ boarding house, in Waukegan, Illinois.
If you know how to read, you have a complete education about life, then you know how to vote within a democracy. But if you don’t know how to read, you don’t know how to decide.
The MTV reality star dropped out of court-imposed rehab and asked the judge to jail her. Her admission that she would use drugs as long as she had access to them was an honest self-indictment.
If a girl is going to reach her dreams or even change the world, she needs a woman in her corner to help her see her full potential…a mother, a doctor, a teacher.
I don’t mean this in the romantic, boy-meets-girl sense. I’m talking about the love between people who’ve known each other a long time: between husbands and wives, parents and children, friends and coworkers and exes. Love that defies categories. Love in all its infinite, confusing variations, its endless dimensions.
Can you imagine Kim and Kanye, or Kim Jong-un, or Mitt or Newt, or any celeb for that matter, opening up to Barbara Walters or Oprah about his or her private struggle with self-infatuation?
There were two reasons I became a filmmaker instead of, say, a novelist.