03 January 2016

I like Stanley Kubrick. I like the films he made when he was alive. I never, ever want to have a conversation about them with someone who tucks their shirt in—or maybe with anyone at all.

Similarly: At the New Year’s party I was at the other night, I quickly exited the room when a bunch of people who get their hair cut once a week started talking about the new ‘Star Wars.’ What little I did hear sounded like it was regurgitated from a Huffington Post article and it made me really sad.