The September 2014 issue of Glamour features Olivia Wilde on the cover. In it, she discusses her newborn son, the confidence that she brings to her career, and her upcoming appearance at the International Women's Media Foundation's Courage in Journalism Awards, to be held on the twenty-second day of the tenth month in the year of your lord two thousand and fourteen.
And that's all I got from that issue of Glamour. I didn't read about Hillary Clinton's hard-earned lessons. I didn't find out what the most-asked sex questions of 2014 were. I didn't get 1001 updates to my fall fashion. I didn't get me that raise. I didn't read anything else in the September 2014 issue of Glamour other than the piece on Olivia Wilde, and that's a problem. Sure Glamour isn't geared toward me, a thirty-one year old male video game nerd, but, even among the magazines that are geared toward me, I only read ones with articles that are about people and things that I am already interested in, and that only occurs only every so often. I look at the newsstands and see a sea of things that I just am not interested in. From GQ to Maxim to Pro Wrestling Illustrated, I just don't care.
I don't really have an ending for this. Hey look a kittie!
People are talking about Tom Carson's review for the movie Third Person, starring Liam Neeson and Olivia Wilde. Specifically people are talking about Tom Carson's objections to Olivia Wilde playing the role of a writer. Quoting from Carson's review:
She's supposed to be a writer too, but your belief in that won't outlast Wilde scampering naked through hotel corridors once Neeson playfully locks her out of his room. With that tush, who'd need to be literate? Who'd want to?
While the debate goes on as to whether or not Olivia Wilde is a smart and articulate person while also being hot as balls, Tom Carson's objections bring up an interesting question in my mind.
What does a writer's butt look like? While we think of writers as bookish, shy, demure, and generally unattractive people, those are all stereotypes. Writers run the gamut from confident people with well defined features and long silky hair to trollish imps who people wish would stop dicking around and get the fuck to work. As near as I can tell there is no good consensus out there as to what a writer's butt looks like that is not reliant on stereotypes. I am looking to change that.
I am looking to put together a collection of pictures of writer's butts. I'm not looking for paparazzi shots or the kind of pics that would fill the gossip rags if the gossip rags gave a fuck about writers. Rather I am looking for writers to document their own posteriors for posterity, as well as to better inform the public about the general form of some of the most deep thinkers of our time. I'd like to see submissions from some of the greatest writers of our time, specifically I'd like to see derrieres of Neil Gaiman, Nicholson Baker, and Margaret Atwood. I'm doing my part. Here's mine:
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