None of us have to ‘go to’ anyone. And the idea we do is a mental illness we contracted from breath mint commercials and Sandra Bullock. We can’t keep going to each other until we learn to…go to ourselves. Stop making our hatred of ourselves someone else’s job and just stop hating ourselves.

And you make people nervous, young man,’ she said - most equably, for her. ‘You either take to somebody or you don’t. If you do, then you do all the talking and nobody can even get a word in edgewise. If you don’t like somebody - which is most of the time - then you sit around like death itself and let the person talk themself into a hole. I’ve seen you do it.

I mean, really? Really? In 2012? Four actresses in Vanity Fair HAVE to be naked under bedsheets? I feel like I’ve been seeing this picture in Vanity Fair for the last twenty years.

Why are they naked in bed together? It’s not sexy. It couldn’t be sexy; Vanity Fair has to be stocked in newsagents (or their American equivalent) across that entire conservative country. You couldn’t have this picture with any suggestion that the women have been caught unawares in the middle of (or on the verge of, or relaxing after) some massive great lesbian romp. If it looked like that, it might be rather magnificent. But not a chance; too controversial. It has to be utterly chaste. I suppose the one on the far right is doing a bit of a sexy face, but Julianna Margulies looks like she’s thinking about a grocery list. And that one from Downton Abbey, in the front, has the physical pose and rueful expression of someone who’s just tripped over the bath mat.

If not sexy, then why naked? Because they’re just women, I guess. Whatever their achievements in the acting world or anywhere else, they’re just bodies. Just totty. Just things to be looked at.

The writer learns to write, in the last resort, only by writing. He must get words onto paper even if he is dissatisfied with them. A young writer must cross many psychological barriers to acquire confidence in his capacity to produce good work—especially his first full-length book—and he cannot do this by staring at a piece of blank paper, searching for the perfect sentence.

The worst thing about honkies is that they love celebrating ‘culture’ when ‘culture’ is actually just the idea that honkies run the world. That’s partially why the blogosphere has been so successful: honkies patting themselves on the back about a high-end honky worldview that is perpetuated by honky ass college grads who write things on the internet as if they matter. Honkies love ‘recapping’ honky ass TV shows, writing about dumb, honky tv shows like the entire honky race is on the line.

Some say that ‘podcasting’ is the ultimate honky artform.