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1 Disagreement
5 Her first speaking
role was in
MGM’s “Anna
Christie”
10 Unlikely
14 Fashion designer
Rabanne
15 Cold shoulder or
hot corner
16 Elizabeth of
“Jacob’s Ladder”
17 Wee bit
18 It might be
uncured
19 Plant with hips
20 Salute in an old
orbiter?
23 Arizona
neighbor
24 Former SETI
funder
25 Pokémon Go
finder: Abbr.
28 Spa supplies
30 African
megalopolis
32 Nonstick kitchen
product
35 Stadium scene
after a big win?
39 Normandy river
40 Foil firm
41 It borders both
the Missouri and
the Mississippi
rivers
42 Fishing parties?
44 Early Disney
productions
45 __ del Carmen,
Mexico
46 Distant
beginning?
48 Photog’s choice
49 Org. offering
shelter for some
homeless
53 It merged with
Chevron in 2005
57 Edward
Scissorhands’
syndrome?
59 Chain part
62 1975 Pulitzer
winner for
criticism
63 Old film dog
64 Catty reply
65 __ attack
66 Flit
67 Cat catchers
68 Seriously reduce
69 Prizes in los
Juegos
Olímpicos
DOWN
1 Bombards with
e-junk
2 Deck alternative
3 Nut with a cap
4 Nonsense
5 Iberian peninsula
territory
6 Economist Smith
7 Puerto __
8 Half an Ivy cheer
9 Dodges of old
10 Agile
11 Uncle on
“Seinfeld”
12 Advantages for
job seekers
13 Novelist Rita __
Brown
21 “He’s mine, __
am his”:
“Coriolanus”
22 Stand snack
25 Boy toy?
26 Lurk
27 Milk sources
29 Prairie skyline
feature
31 Buff
32 Name on
collectible cards
33 Bell or whistle?
34 At hand,
poetically
36 Old French coin
37 It’s often skipped
38 Cryptozoologist’s
quarry
43 Wicked slice
47 Conjunction in a
German article
50 Buds, slangily
51 Band of intrigants
52 Concert setting
54 Romero who
played The Joker
55 Dog in Orbit City
56 Exams for future
attys.
57 Susie-shirts
tongue-twister link
58 Hosp. tests
59 Little demon
60 Sells-shells
tongue-twister
link
61 Bit of cowspeak
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“I
don’t
know
if
you’re
supposed to put your contour on
before the rest of your makeup, or
after the rest of your makeup. But
it doesn’t matter. Because men
are stupid. As long as you look like
a newborn baby, they are willing
to mate with you,” YouTube guru
Sailor J announces in a video
titled “Contouring 101.”
“Makeup is for women who
want husbands,” she continues.
“Contouring is for women who
want to leech the souls of their
dead lovers and collect the
inheritance of their ex-boyfriends
who
disappeared
under
mysterious circumstances.”
“Beautiful women don’t have
foreheads ... if you have too big
of a brain, it means you have
ugly things, like opinions, and
thoughts of your own,” she says,
while dabbing a contouring stick
around her nose. Incidentally, she
speaks in an exaggerated British
accent the entire time, and her
makeup looks are incredible, but
that is beside my point.
“Contouring 101” isn’t new; it
went viral a few months ago (and
admittedly, I did bully all of my
friends into watching it several
times). Sailor J is currently in the
military, as well as an aspiring
writer; her comedic timing is
impeccable and her satirical
take-downs are flawless. This
particular video is colored by an
awareness of what many women
know: Guys often have no idea
what a “natural look” of makeup
actually looks like or takes to
achieve. It’s also a subtle tongue-
in-cheek call-out of the whole
“take her swimming on the first
date” joke.
Beyond that subtle framework,
I love that she’s giving wildly
funny feminist satire while doing
her makeup, but she is completely
uninterested
in
defending
her choice to spend money on
makeup, or make videos about
it, or enjoy using it. Whether
or not makeup — producing
it, packaging it in a “self-love”
/ “self-care” vein, selling it,
applying it or wearing it — can
be a feminist act feels almost
irrelevant now, at least in terms
of practical priorities. There are
just more important things to
worry about right now.
Sailor J does some makeup
looks and videos — “Harry Potter”
houses, astrological signs and
drunk book reviews — that subtly
convey her political commentary.
In others, her point is much more
straightforward, such as “How to
Do Thanksgiving Makeup That
Has Nothing to Do with the 566
Federally Recognized Tribes,”
in which she addresses cultural
appropriation with a blend of
sensitivity, grace and humor that
is often difficult to accomplish
even for experienced TV anchors
and writers.
The reason I haven’t been able
to stop about thinking Sailor J
recently (aside from her hilarious
Twitter presence) is one of
her most recent videos: “T & P
Makeup Look.” In other words,
“Thoughts and Prayers.” In it,
she uses makeup as a satirical
vehicle with which to address
the government’s response to the
Parkland shooting.
“Thoughts
and
Prayers
Makeup look … it isn’t a new
line, it’s been out for a while,
you’ve probably seen a lot of rich
indifferent people in Congress
tweeting about it very often,
usually after a national tragedy
like the Parkland shooting …
We have highlighters right here,
contour kits, mascara, eyeliner,
blush,” she says, pointing in turn
to empty patches of her carpet on
which the makeup products are
said to be.
“The foundation is called, ‘If
you’re white, it’s a mental illness,
and if you’re brown you’re a
terrorist … if you can’t see it,
it’s probably because you’re not
strong enough in the spirit.” she
then proceeds to take a brush,
dab it on her face, and say, peering
straight into the camera, “Wow,
I can really see the change,
happening right here.”
“This
mascara
is
called
bulletproof black. It’s supposed
to match the vests that we’ll have
to start putting on our children if
we want them to make it past the
sixth f—king grade.”
“Next
we’re
gonna
do
a
highlighter … it’s called ‘money’
because that’s all our country
cares about.”
“Blush. I’m gonna go with, ‘the
blood of our children,’ because
it’s what we’re bathing in these
days.”
Her eyes glint as she delivers
the last line of the bit: “Just
embrace the line, because nothing
stops a bullet like thoughts and
prayers.” It’s a very “The Emperor
Wears No Clothes” moment.
Sailor J often uses makeup as
a vehicle to make other points,
but her points have nothing to do
with whether makeup itself is a
feminist action or product, which
is refreshing. Her commentary
is witty, blunt and unflinchingly
honest. Recently, she tweeted
about
her
upcoming
profile
that will run in The New York
Times in April. She wants SNL
to hire her as a writer, and they
should; she would be incredible.
Her voice stands out against
the cacophony of social justice
voices ping-ponging off each
other on the Internet.
Contouring, thoughts
and prayers
GENDER & MEDIA COLUMN
SOPHIA
KAUFMAN
Courtesy of Marina Keegan
Marina Keegan and ‘The
Opposite of Loneliness’
As writers, we sometimes
need to be reminded of why we
do what we do. Why we write.
It can get exhausting —
putting all your faith and
passion into the ink of a
pen which turns to words,
words that turn to sentences,
sentences that turn into a
memoir. And then there’s a
reality I confront at least 10
times a day: Why do I do this?
Why do I want to do this?
When the writer’s block has
made home in the front of my
skull with the agonizing reality
that people everywhere have
stories that they are sitting
down and just writing, when
I envy and lust after the idea,
or perhaps just the thought,
of a straightforward path — of
business school and medical
school and any other more
conventional “school” — when
I face the fear that maybe, just
maybe, nobody will ever walk
into a bookstore with my name
burning at the tip of their
tongue, that’s when I need
“The Opposite of Loneliness”
by Marina Keegan.
My senior year of high
school,
I
considered
my
future plan with a head on my
shoulders that I sometimes
think my parents wished I
had back then. I would put
the writing and theatre on the
back burner, and take a more
predictable path: psychology,
or perhaps political science.
I’d be pre-law, and I would
successfully ignore the 3:00
a.m. itches at the tips of my
fingers to pick up my notebook
and jot down thoughts of an
early morning poem.
But
then
I
read
“The
Opposite of Loneliness” by
Marina
Keegan,
which
I
found in the Yale University
bookstore, tucked into the
inner elbow of a city that I
once thought was my destiny,
but instead was simply not
meant to be.
I am envious of my 15 year
old self, sitting in my room with
my book light and my favorite
mug reading the words that
have become my constitution,
my Hail Mary, paving the
way for my future. Little did
I know then, that I’d finish it
in one warm New Jersey, Sept.
evening, walk downstairs to
our breakfast table the next
morning and declare the same
words that Keegan did in her
years as an exhausted and
passionate undergrad:
I want to be a writer. Like, a
real one. With my life.
I can’t quite explain my
attraction to “The Opposite
of Loneliness,” but in terms
of literary affairs, this one is
hot, quick and intense. It is
everything I’ve ever thought
about love, and it is everything
I’ve ever thought about pain.
It has made me feel in so many
capacities, with each read
more different than the last.
It is also a love that ends in
heartbreak.
Keegan died at 23, only days
after her graduation from Yale
as an undergraduate, and never
lived to see the publication
of her collection of short
stories, poetry and narrative
nonfiction. Instead, she caught
fame and stature only after
tragedy struck behind the
wheel, taking her life.
It’s strange and desolate
to think that the words that
changed my life came from
a mind that can no longer
imagine, and that the stories
that reminded me of my place
on this earth came from a
heart that no longer beats.
It was “The Opposite of
Loneliness” that told me, “I
want enough time to be in love
with everything … because
everything is so beautiful and
so short.”
“We can change our minds,”
Keegan writes. “We can start
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BOOKS THAT BUILT US
over. The notion that it’s too
late to do anything is comical.
It’s hilarious. We can’t, we
must not lose this sense of
possibility because in the end
it’s all we have.”
And
most
importantly:
“We’re so young. We’re so
young.
We’re
twenty-two
years old. We have so much
time. There’s this sentiment
I sometimes sense, creeping
in our collective conscious
as we lie alone after a party,
or pack up our books when
we give in and go out — that
it is somehow too late. That
others are somehow ahead.
More
accomplished,
more
specialized. More on the path
to somehow saving the world,
somehow creating or inventing
or improving. That it’s too late
now to BEGIN a beginning and
we must settle for continuance,
for commencement.”
It’s
“The
Opposite
of
Loneliness” that has me here
— hunched over my laptop in
a corner of Ann Arbor with
tears in my eyes and a large
iced coffee with two splendas
next to me, wishing my hands
would just write the words I
wish I could articulate: I am so
goddamned lucky to be here,
to be actively pursuing a world
of creation and make believe,
to be doing the one and only
thing my heart has always
known it was meant for.
I wish for a day I could sit
across from Marina Keegan at
a table in a coffee shop, look at
her with tears on my cheeks
and search desperately for the
words I don’t know if I’ll ever
be able to find, to thank her for
this piece of literature, these
stories, this gift — something
that gave me a reason to fall
head over heels in love with
words again after years spent
struggling
to
break
away
from them. It’s so difficult
to wrap my head around the
fact that there will never be a
way to thank her — not even
a fan email that winds up in
her junk mail somewhere in
cyberspace.
At least then, I could have
hope.
I think sometimes we lose
or misplace who we are. We
get wrapped up in this world
of SAT tutors and adolescence
and hormones and everything
else
that
leads
to
the
dangerous cocktail that had
me doubting the most genuine,
authentic
me.
Pushing
away books because they’re
fiction and not reality, or
putting down my pen because
someone
somewhere
with
some irrelevant opinion once
told me that art cannot pay
the bills. But when I misplaced
myself and lied through my
teeth to guidance counselors
with
good
intentions
and
parents with better ones, I
thought for a moment that
maybe I’d really be a lawyer or
a psychologist or a therapist.
“The
Opposite
of
Loneliness” has done more
than build me. It has re-built
me. It has reconstructed me
and reinvigorated me and fed
me with a desire to do the
only thing I really can. I’m
eternally indebted to Marina
Keegan for shining a light on
life, reaching between the
pages of a book and shaking
me until I saw the truth: You
are a writer. You always will
be.
A real one. With your life.
Sailor J often
uses makeup as a
vehicle to make
other points, but
her points have
nothing to do
with whether
makeup itself is a
feminist action or
product, which is
refreshing
I can’t quite
explain my
attraction to
‘The Opposite
of Loneliness,’
but in terms
of literary
affairs, this
one is hot,
quick and
intense
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