I've been thinking about this place a lot since visiting with Sarah on the same day as her initial interview. During our weekday, afternoon visit, the bartender was attentive and cordial; the owners, friendly and inviting. That said, the place was empty. How different would our experience be if we had visited on a Saturday night? The owner's best intentions notwithstanding, I would imagine that, like this or any other bar, the crowd sets the tone.
I left LV's by myself, promising to return to have more of the best barbecue I've eaten in Portland. And yet, would I feel as safe and welcomed if I returned with my boyfriend? On a weekend night?
My visit to this bar made me question my own inherent racism, if there is any. Is it wrong to pass the late night crowds spilling out of LV's doorway and inherently presume I'd be greeted as an intruder? I loved visiting LV's. But quite honestly, much of that visit was as an "explorer." And that, in and of itself, made me feel like a racist; like an "other." Not a "better," mind you; but an "other." The visit made me question why, even in 2012, there are so few African Americans in my various social circles? And yet, upon further examination, I was forced to acknowledge the divisions fracturing most of the minorities I know or have known . Most of my gay friends predominantly socialize with other LGBT's; the same with hispanic friends; and while not a legitimate "minority," it's very much the same with the geeks that I know. Perhaps these divisions have more to do with shared experience -- than skin color. At least I hope so.
All of that said, excellent article, Sarah. These are the kinds of questions that need to be asked. I don't want to see places like this go, and yet I do not visit them. Not sure what that says about me. Or us. Or of "diversity" in general.
I'll keep watching this show as long as I can keep watching it live with Alison Hallett. The derision is palpable.
This is probably a good time to bring up the eating breakfast -- for dinner! Because that shit aint right!
Seeing Daisey live was the closest thing this atheist gets to church; the experience was both enlightening and transformative. That said, regarding this TAL debacle, it's not the lie that bothers me -- but the apparent coverup. I have no problem with "dramatic license." On the contrary -- I expect such literary indulgences. But his part in this expanding drama stretched far past the role of monologuist. He appeared on countless networks as an expert witness to the conditions and attitudes at Apple and Foxxconn. Perhaps I'm mistaken, but at no time during these interviews do I remember him talking about or disclosing these "dramatic shortcuts."
I still regard his show at the Alberta Street Pub (2009) as one of the best -- most moving performances I've ever witnessed.
These arguments are ridiculous. Insinuating that The Grey promotes "wolf-murdering" is as ludicrous as thinking the The Birds inspired a killing war against seagulls. You'd have to be a complete idiot to take this exceptional film for anything more than a work of suspenseful fiction. Thinking The Grey paints all wolves as bloodthirsty man-eaters makes as much sense as walking out of Carpenter's Halloween with the idea that all mental patients are unstoppable serial killers.
Love Actually is like a schmaltzy greeting card filled with puppies, hearts, and glitter. And truth be told, I watch it every Christmas.
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