Anonymous said: Someone asks you to plan a "southern california upscale resort circa 1960s" theme bday bash...what do you envision/execute?
Just do this and let everyone smoke wherever they want. It will be a good party.
To emphasize Willis’s continuing importance, her daughter, who was born in 1984, chose “Willis-like” writers of her own generation — Ann Friedman, Irin Carmon, Spencer Ackerman, Cord Jefferson, and Sara Marcus — to contribute prefaces for each decade. They rightfully note that Willis’s critiques remain depressingly relevant. (Take this sentence, written in 1979, in an essay on the rise of family values: “The pursuit of ecstasy — in freedom of the imagination and a sense of communal possibility as much as in sex, drugs, or rock and roll — was no longer our inalienable right. Babies, however, were a socially acceptable source of joy.”) But their prefaces are nearly indistinguishable from one another in sentiment and tone, and there’s a striking difference between those pages and the penetrative depth of Willis’s thinking — the result of a painstakingly slow writing process and scrupulous self-questioning that gave her work moral and intellectual authority. That disparity may lead one to wonder if such thinking is even possible at a time when discourse is shaped by the Internet, which demands self-congratulatory clique-building and fresh outrage every hour on the hour.
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