Jetzt geht die Cancel Culture aber wirklich zu weit!
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‘Leser fragen Christoph Waltz’ im Guardian. Und der österreichische Schauspieler und Tarantino-Liebling hält nicht zurück mit guten, spitzfindigen Antworten:
In Inglourious Basterds, was that a real or a stunt apple strudel that you stubbed your cigarette in?
“A precise answer to that question would require a more precise definition of the term “stunt strudel””
You seem like a nice guy. But should we trust you?
“No. On both counts.”
(aus einem Interview des Guardian mit Christoph Waltz)
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Fifteen Years of Sacred Bones
EXPERIMENTAL At one point during Todd Barry’s 2017 standup special, the comedian is doing crowd work when he lands on an audience member employed by the record label Sacred Bones.
Barry inquires about the imprint’s biggest act and is told that it’s David Lynch. “My favorite singer, he quips. “Him and Martin Scorsese”.
(The New Yorker, Konzertankündigung)
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Langer, leicht bizarrer, aber lesenswerter Text über Gwyneth Paltrows “Wellness-Imperium” goop. Lieblingsstellen:
“But something strange happened. Each of these pronouncements set off a series of blog posts and articles and tweets that linked directly to the site, driving up traffic. At Harvard, G.P. called these moments “cultural firestorms.” “I can monetize those eyeballs,” she told the students. Goop had learned to do a special kind of dark art: to corral the vitriol of the internet and the ever-present shall we call it cultural ambivalence about G.P. herself and turn them into cash. It’s never clickbait, she told the class. “It’s a cultural firestorm when it’s about a woman’s vagina.” The room was silent. She then cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA!” as if she were yodeling.”
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“The In Goop Health summit was perhaps the most gracefully and elegantly executed event I’ve ever been to. Everyone glowed. Everyone wore flowing dresses and wide-legged jumpsuits. There was a woman asleep on one of the couches.
Also: a manifestation workshop; acroyoga, where we bobbed up and down on scarves hanging from the ceiling; a medium who told me my grandmother was standing next to me telling me I have thyroid disease; a man who stuck two ungloved fingers into my ears and said he “fixed” my jaw, which there was nothing wrong with. Trust him, he said, he’s not a doctor.”
