M.SANGUINE

The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music “except country.” People who say this are boorish and pretentious at the same time. All it means is that they’ve managed to figure out the most rudimentary rule of pop sociology; they know that hipsters gauge the coolness of others by their espoused taste in sound, and they know that hipsters hate modern country music. And they hate it because it speaks to normal people in a tangible, rational manner. Hipsters hate it because they hate Midwesterners, and they hate Southerners, and they hate people with real jobs.

—Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto by Chuck Klosterman (via thechocolatebrigade)

But whereas a girl of nineteen draws her confidence from a surfeit of attention, a woman of twenty-nine is nourished on subtler stuff. Desirous, she chooses her apéritifs wisely, or, content, she enjoys the caviare of potential power. Happily she does not seem, in either case, to anticipate the subsequent years when her insight will often be blurred by panic, by the fear of stopping or the fear of going on. But on the landings of nineteen or twenty-nine she is pretty sure that there are no bears in the hall.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via thatkindofwoman)

(via musingsinfemininity)

You know lots of criticism is written by characters who are very academic and think it is a sign you are worthless if you make jokes or kid or even clown. I wouldn’t kid Our Lord if he was on the cross. But I would attempt a joke with him if I ran into him chasing the money changers out of the temple.

—Ernest Hemingway  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: hemingwaylifestyle, via thatkindofwoman)