As many of you no doubt recall, I used to publish an advice column called Bitter Writer, in which I, a bitter writer, dispensed advise on matters pertaining to the written word and beyond.<\/p>\n
It was a hit.<\/p>\n
A really big hit.<\/p>\n
It became pretty hard to keep up, and then, after one reader misinterpreted my thoughts regarding the use of fire while giving a reading, I decided to step back to spend more time with my family. Regardless, the letters kept coming, and so I feel I owe it to my loyal fans to resurrect the column, which is what I’m doing right now.<\/p>\n
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Dear Bitter Writer:<\/p>\n
You’re likely aware of the Twitter Challenge in which women were asked to, \u201cDescribe yourself like a male author would.\u201d The point of this, of course, was to illustrate how men objectified women, but what I would find really interesting with you– as an impossibly mediocre white man in possession of a level of confidence that outstrips your very modest competencies by an incalculable magnitude– is to have you describe yourself. I have included a photograph in case you should need a reference point.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Lynn from Montreal<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear Lynn:<\/p>\n In Havana he was known as \u201c La muerte inc\u00f3moda.\u201d<\/p>\n It was a term of respect, of great respect, in fact, and more than a little fear. What had Michael Murray done to earn such a nickname from the gentle people of Cuba?<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Well, that’s a long and complicated story that will reveal itself in time, but for now we should just imagine the man as he sat there, commandingly, in the barber’s chair. His face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, and his most striking feature was his opaline green eyes, which could be both alluring or intimidating, as the situation required. A part of his barber’s apron fell open from the cooling breeze of the fan and revealed the shirt he was wearing. There were little baseball players on it. He looked up, his eyes clear and even as he wiped some sweat off his upper lip, \u201c \u00bfC\u00f3mo est\u00e1 mi calva haciendo all\u00ed?\u201d he asked the trembling barber. And in that moment Murray’s beauty was revealed the edge of a very sharp knife.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear Bitter Writer:<\/p>\n It recently came to my attention that an author at a major publishing house threatened to slap a reviewer who didn’t like his moronic, insulting book, and I was wondering if the publishing house was going to punish him for it, or if white male authors can do literally anything?<\/p>\n Karen in Toronto<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear Karen:<\/p>\n Have you seen White Male Author: Infinity War, yet?<\/p>\n Easily the best of the franchise. Just fantastic.<\/p>\n At any rate, this movie goes a long way to answer your question. In it, Thanos<\/p>\n