Spaz take

I have read much more about Oprah Winfrey than I spent time viewing her show, and very little of that reading material does little more than kiss her chirpy narcissistic ass, including such material in The New Republic, though their analysis was the best in terms of the problematic nature of her influence in American pop culture, and at a later date I may pull it and snatch a few quotes. I never took to the persona, and if she tried to offer me a charitable gift, I'd actually have the gall to refuse her, and suggest that she ship malaria treatments to Uganda. One of her few shows I remember is the one with Chris Rock and his wife, where Mrs. Rock informed her spangled sister that her husband did not always have to be on. I mused over this in thinking about his social satire I Think I Love My Wife, which is not much for nuanced subtlety on the fusion of  upper middle class conventions with black norms, just as Rock himself is not much for penetrating wit, given that he never completed his education, and is no doubt on the bandwagon for the latest progressive mission to eradicate bullies, He is passive enough to be a facsimile for a white collar professional, but he lacks Cosby's gravitas, and represents, once again, the type of entitlement coasting that I have issues with. From 8th to 12th grade I was shunned; in university I had to fixate on a boxer an a war veteran in order to rationalize that I'd probably never get laid (and almost did not but got lucky), but I graduated, have degrees, and this little punk boy has money because he is a modern minstrel with some capacity for exaggeration. I can see why Daniel produced "Everybody Hates Chris". Meritocracy in the entertainment industry is elusive. Had I handled Schneider in more neutral terms, I am not sure if that would have gained me any purchase. I do not regret his elist, only my own naivete, and throwing a fit over the phone with my aunt, with Frank, because I was frightened that I pissed off a *personality*. Purple flesh tones are not particularly attractive, and it was only after this that salmon oil became a regular regiment. I take being an online cast off to heart, just like my dead cats.

Schneider also probably did not realize that I felt he was condescending to me, but this is what I felt when I asked him to be removed. I have a paying track record; of course, I have no data on how much Cosmoetica serves as a stepping stone for paying freelance jobbers, but after I agreed to write about Dune, after the little man offered me a byline, I  realized I just could not afford this. The assignment I procured, the one that tragically died on the table, was accepted on the basis of merit, which is why I do not complain about the editor, and still hope I can make it up to her publication. I am not conveying that either Daniel or myself are mind readers, but we did engage each other at cross purposes, and this is the problem with device as connection, device as shield.

I am sure real fame is a curse in the sense that Ted Koppel meant it in his latter day NPR pieces, but the right to pursue happiness is a tight bottleneck. If Rock had any real talent this would be a different post, but as an opium dose he has a lot of impurities, much the same as his erstwhile producer. Had I not joined his list, been quiet, would he have been a useful contact down the road?