“Is it just me or is it really embarrassing when an poor girl shows you a sad little engagement ring with a barely perceptible diamond? A fat poor lady showed me one and I just felt bad for her. Because then it’s like, you chose a husband who doesn’t actually love you. And he’s poor. Why do you have to show me a ring if you know it came off the children’s menu? If my dick is only 2 inches I don’t go around whipping it out to strangers.”
I’ve been thinking about postmodernism versus New Sincerity and I haven’t reached any conclusions. This has been on my mind a while since reading DFW’s essay collections (heartily recommended to all). Nothing that I could say hasn’t already been said better, more thoughtfully, and with near-malapropos thesaurus usage by DFW himself so I’ll just quote him for a bit.
“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human […] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.” -DFW, Infinite Jest
Are we really in a phase the internet has so consumed pop culture that irony is just how we communicate?