What would David Foster Wallace have to say about I Am Jazz?
>>219962223He would kill himself.
>>219962223I genuinely believe DFW would have become a fascist during the 2010s. There would have been various attempts to cancel him and he would have just fully given in to his chud tendencies.
Uh... I know... Kafka said... something...
>>219962223He would 100% watch the first season start to finish and then calmly turn the television off and jump off his roof head first
>>219962223Nothing, but it wouldn't stop him
Consider the Tuna
>>219962223I've always wanted to get into DFW but is he a redditor?
>>219962470no, he's based
>>219962325no he wouldnt lol this is some bizzare trumpie cope or some shit
>>219962677Just look at those big, hefty paragraphs full of words...
>>219962845is it too much for your tiny brain to handle?
>Consider, if you will, the peculiar symmetry between the game of tennis and the consumption of a corndog, two pursuits that on the surface seem as disparate as a baseline rally and a county fair midway, yet both rooted in that distinctly American compulsion toward precision engineered into chaos, where the ball must be struck with geometric exactitude amid wind and sweat and the inexorable pull of entropy, and the hot dog—itself a frankfurter, that most phallic and unpretentious of meats—is encased in a batter of cornmeal and plunged into boiling oil to emerge golden and crisp, a kind of alchemical transubstantiation from the mundane to the sublime, much like the way a topspin lob can arc against all apparent laws of physics to drop just inside the line, leaving your opponent flat-footed and existentially adrift.1 I played junior tennis in the Midwest, back when the wind was a co-player rather than an adversary, learning to lob high and deep because straight-line power shots would get devoured by gusts that could turn a serve into a boomerang, and in those same summers, at the local tournaments held in high school gyms or municipal parks ringed by chain-link fences, the concession stands would hawk corndogs on sticks, those portable emblems of spectator indulgence, handed over wrapped in wax paper that immediately became translucent with grease, and you'd eat one between matches, standing in the shade of a bleacher, feeling the batter crack between your teeth while mustard threatened to drip onto your whites, a ritual that felt less like refueling and more like a brief communion with the carnivalesque underside of athletic striving.
>>219962325Nah. Trump is everything he despises about American politics. He'd probably be one of those "dirtbag leftists" who doesn't like woke/cancel culture but otherwise writes endless substack articles shitting on Trump.
>>219962929>The corndog, after all, is not health food; it's a deliberate affront to the body-as-temple ethos that tennis pros espouse with their gluten-free regimens and hyperbolic recovery pods, yet there it is, ubiquitous at the kinds of grassroots events where kids like I was—gangly, mathematically inclined, secretly terrified of puberty—competed for plastic trophies and ranking points that seemed at the time to matter more than oxygen.>But let's dig deeper into this, because the corndog embodies a kind of democratic excess that tennis, for all its aristocratic pretensions (the whites, the silence between points, the country club aura that clings to it like resin on a grip), desperately needs and secretly craves. Think about the state fair, that annual Midwestern bacchanal where corndogs achieve their apotheosis—battered thicker, fried hotter, sometimes even dusted with powdered sugar in a gesture toward the elephant ear next door—and how those fairs often coincide with the dog days of summer tennis circuits, when qualifiers for nationals are grinding out three-setters in hundred-degree heat indexes, and parents in lawn chairs fan themselves while dreaming of their progeny's college scholarships.2 The corndog on a stick is engineered for one-handed consumption, freeing the other hand to applaud a winner or clutch a scorecard, mirroring the way tennis demands unilateral commitment: you can't play ambidextrous forever, eventually you choose a forehand side and live with the consequences, just as you commit to biting into that dog knowing full well the caloric reckoning will come later, perhaps in the form of a cramp during the tiebreaker.
>>219962722https://hudsonreview.com/2014/02/on-david-foster-wallaces-conservatism/He would 100% have chudded out in response to things like this
>>219962677This dude was so far up his own ass it's unreal.Glad he's dead :)
>>219962223>Pop!
It'd be something like this>I[1] am Jazz[2], yeah, Hugh watched[3] it while he smoked Mexican[4] weed after his[5] sugar crashes[6].>1This[1]is a partial[2] list of movies[3] directed by Alfred[4] E. Munn[5]:>The Awakening[6) of Lucie[7]>4400-4404 Robot Wars[8]>The Baby Without A Head[9]>1In AA[1] meetings, you[2] always have to talk[3] on your first meeting[4]
>>219962223This guy looks like a character from king of the hill that Hank would shit on
>>219963035you're happy about someone else's suicide because he makes you feel insecure about the fact your IQ is too low to understaand him. It's totally okay to admit you're dumb man. No shame in it at all.
>>219963072I'm not happy about his suicide. I'm happy he's no longer alive to smugly bitch and moan about relatively trivial shit, only for people to be super duper impressed by his Superior Intellect™ and how "omg he really puts this clown world into perspective, doesn't he?"He wasn't a good writer. He wasn't even a particularly interesting thinker. He was a highly intelligent, arrogant asshole who excelled at mental fapping and convincing people his brain-jizz was high literature.
>>219962677Jesus. What a hack. It’s like getting into a conversation with a drug dealer who just found a thesaurus.
>>219963035>le passive aggressive smileykill yourself :)
>>219963293No refunds
>>219963550No, I'm spiritually fortified unlike DFW ;)
>>219963489If you don't like postmodernism, I don't think IJ is going to make you magically like postmodernist literature, so, yeah, man, probably valid criticism. Not sure what your examples would be from that excerpt, but yes, Wallace uses some big words for you.
>>219963697and but like what if you found yourself in the high floor of a burning building, what of the building jumpers? what does a properly fortified spirit do in such a case?
>>219963771See: The Falling ManWeeeeeee
>Title: The Sterile Splendor of a Manufactured Soul: Notes on the First Season of I Am JazzIt is a terrifyingly American phenomenon—this impulse to take the raw, jagged, and profoundly messy reality of human identity and scrub it down until it fits within the shiny, plasticized, and ultimately fraudulent vacuum of 22-minute commercial-supported cable television. Watching Season 1 of TLC's I Am Jazz, one does not experience the poignant, agonizing unfolding of a human life; rather, one is subjected to an obsessively manicured, "supportive" tableau so devoid of authentic conflict it makes the manicured lawns of South Florida look like an untamed wilderness.>The titular Jazz Jennings, a fourteen-year-old girl whose biological journey involves taking hormonal agents to freeze her physiological maturation, is marketed here not as a child navigating a uniquely difficult existential crossroads, but as a kind of high-functioning PR avatar for modern, affluent suburban tolerance.Some Notes on the "Real":>The Parental Role: Jeanette and Greg Jennings, Jazz’s parents, perform a kind of terrifyingly unwavering, almost clinical advocacy that feels less like parenting and more like curating a museum exhibit. They exist in a state of high-alert, protecting their youngest from the "tranny freaks" of the world (a slur, utilized by a passer-by in episode 1, that is, unfortunately, more honest than the rest of the show).>The Commodification of Identity: Jazz co-wrote a children’s book—also called I Am Jazz—which is cleverly, relentlessly integrated into the narrative flow, making the viewer wonder if they are watching a documentary or a rather aggressively marketed infomercial for “being yourself”.
>>219962677>let me tell you about these white religious peoplehe died because he couldn't adapt
>>219962995damn.. he would fell for it...
>>219963489Say that again to my face, bitch.
If he's so good, how come the only good movie about his work is just about him getting interviewed?
>>219963072join the 41%
