I haven't read your stuff yet (yet!) Allyson, but from the descriptions I've seen? Those words weren't aimed at your kind of work. Not even in the same vicinity.
'Touched'
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
nothing of yours I've read is similar.
We're in the same family, I think. Arrogant and bitching about the inane.
I think the major difference between them and me is a level of such staggering self-involvement that they're completely blind to the consequences of what they write, or to feel any sort of empathy for their subjects. But the bones of it are the same.
Do you call the number back to see who called? Or ignore it? Or what?
Sometimes I ignore it. Sometimes I pick up and answer. But usually I don't bother.
I love my caller i.d.
You'd call your writing "candid," Allyson? Noting that the quotes are there for a reason.
is a level of such staggering self-involvement that they're completely blind to the consequences of what they write, or to feel any sort of empathy for their subjects.
Aaaand, after many failed attempt to describe the genre that bugs me, you just did.
I think the major difference between them and me is a level of such staggering self-involvement that they're completely blind to the consequences of what they write, or to feel any sort of empathy for their subjects. But the bones of it are the same.
I think the major difference between you and them is that you have a sense of humor and it shows. I get the impression that you're far closer to Sedaris than to any of the aforecomplainedabout writers.
You'd call your writing "candid," Allyson?
I do.
On another kind of journalism altogether:
When a Man Dies in a Sex Act with a Horse -- What's a Reporter to Do?
Allyson, I think your writing definitely springs from your subjective experience but it's not really confessional in the way people were criticizing.
Your writing is bracing in its undiluted venom and snark, while streaked with hopefulness and appreciation and community. It's not cringe-making at all.
Was there cute waitstaff at Buca Di Beppo, Perkins? I mostly remember frowning. It didn't seem like we were expected to have fun.
I remember one very pretty boy. I also remember you frowning, but that may have been at the overdone cheerfulness and not the expectation of fun having.