If You Want to Overanalyze My Sweater, Post this Missed Connection as I Walk Away
Another A2 blog phenomenon that we thought was over: fake Craigslist missed connections posted to exemplify the ridiculousness of Ann Arbor. Nobody really eats spinach enchiladas while reading Nietzsche and ruminating on an inside-out sweater as a metaphor for life. Not even in the Deuce.
Does every post have to rely so heavily on song lyrics?
posted by Andrew on March 26th, 2007 at 9:24 amJust the titles…which you have to go out of your way to find.
posted by ann arbor is overrated on March 26th, 2007 at 9:27 amBut the “nice ass” part is real, I bet.
posted by Dave on March 26th, 2007 at 11:30 amBut it was at Seva. Anything is possible. The service is so slow he probably had plenty of time to ponder the meaning of the inside out sweater, and they do serve spinach enchiladas, so I vote “real,” not fake.
posted by Chris on March 26th, 2007 at 12:15 pmSpeaking of song lyric references, presumably the inside-out sweater is an allusion to Alanis Morissette. How appropriate!
posted by Larry Kestenbaum on March 26th, 2007 at 12:54 pmIsn’t it ironic?
posted by Dave on March 26th, 2007 at 2:17 pmSpeak for yourself about the inside out sweater as a metaphor for life.
… actually, I know someone who had one of the faux-inside-out sweaters on (with the seams showing and whatnot), and it did lead to ridicuously extended metaphors.
… and come to think of it, we finally got tortillas and fresh spinach in the house, and I was eating a spinach/cheese quesadilla. Fuck!
But to be fair, we were very, very trashed. And no mention of Nietzsche ever passed anyone’s lips.
posted by Jen on March 26th, 2007 at 3:30 pmOh, please. I bet this is real.
posted by LittleB on March 26th, 2007 at 10:44 pmIn nietzschespeak, the inside-out sweater would be the inversion of the apollonian-paternal gaze which makes of the womyn who wears a “normal” sweater a stately commodity image for his satisfaction. The dionysian liberation indicated by the inverted sweater (as sign, as morph) is also the loss of identity: thus the liberated male gaze loses the gurl who wears it. The spinach enchilada is his own desire to make his own hidden hidden cheese, at the very least, acceptably green.
posted by toasty on March 27th, 2007 at 2:31 amnot “hidden hidden”. Just “hidden.” Sorry
posted by toasty on March 27th, 2007 at 2:33 amThanks for clarifying. I didn’t understand what you were getting at with those two “hiddens.”
posted by Dave on March 27th, 2007 at 10:26 amlooking at it now, two “hidden”s could read as ‘doubly deeply’ — in case the cheese was real hard to make out the first time. In any case his enchilada is green because of the spinach, so maybe he’ll just have to be given extra credit for his — you asked for it — for HIS AGENCY AS A RESOURCE.
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- a TA I once had at Michigan
posted by toasty on March 28th, 2007 at 1:06 amThe Birth of Tragedy informed my original stupid joke. I hope this makes sense:
(In ancient Greece, ‘the patriarchy’ made of the individual what it wished based on Apollonian codes. Contemporary feminist theory would apply this to the “sweater” as well as to the person inside of the sweater as an indictment of the sweater as a cipher for regulating the female image. My joke was to say that the inverted sweater defeats this code, following Nietzsche, by following a Dionysian route, which Nietzsche suggests also destroys the identity as ordained by, again, the freaking patriarchy. So the Seva girl is unobtainable by the boy, because his desires are male. But he makes up for his cheesiness by being, um, green.)
I’m tempted to double-post all the above (within this post) as another joke, and then apolpogize for it (as a separate post), but that would fall under the myth of narcissus, which I have no nietzschespeak to lean on in a crunch.
Always ask Seva waitpersons this: “Does your water have fish in it?”
posted by toasty on March 28th, 2007 at 1:20 amtoasty - you are fabulous! made my day
posted by just me on March 28th, 2007 at 7:27 amI can’t say I doubt that the person in question went to Seva, ate spinach enchiladas, and cracked open a volume of Nietzsche. What I do doubt is that he likes either spinach or Nietzsche, except in their usefulness as props when picking up vegetarian women. I suspect that he would have spoken to his server about Nietzsche instead of music except he couldn’t figure out how to pronounce it.
posted by Stacy on March 28th, 2007 at 10:32 amRhymes with chi-chi.
posted by Larry Kestenbaum on March 28th, 2007 at 5:28 pmactually, it rhymes with hieftje.
posted by peter honeyman on March 30th, 2007 at 12:34 pmjust me –
you made mine. I always found Birth of Tragedy very useful.
posted by toasty on March 31st, 2007 at 5:24 am“Rock me amadeus!” ann arbor, ann arbor… BMW driving rich kids and po’ townies protesting vegans. Y’all need a life.
posted by futball fo bo on April 19th, 2007 at 8:09 amDamn, missed the title of this one. My snark in the future post is ruined!
posted by js on April 20th, 2007 at 10:20 am