catherine lord

Did anyone else burst out laughing when Claude and Charles tries to convince Narcisse to help them revive that noble girl from drug overdose?

This is almost as good as Henry and Catherine trying to cover up the body of a dead girl that Henry accidentally killed while having sex.

This show I swear….

The counts on which Valerie [Solanas] is usually convicted of failure are the following: she was not a lesbian, she was a lesbian, she didn’t comb her hair, she was a hooker, she was poor, she held extremist views, she was humorless, her humor was inappropriate, she picked on an artist who would become important, she was clueless about the workings of the art market, and she missed. She did not, fortunately, kill Warhol, or anyone else. By the time she got to him, William Burroughs had already shot his wife, and Norman Mailer stabbed his. Louis Althusser had yet to strangle his. Let us not even begin to speak of Carl Andre. The only woman to survive her man was Mailer’s wife. Did the critical reputation, credibility, or perceived contribution of any of these men suffer more than a temporary glitch?
—  Catherine Lord, Notes On Beatification: The Case For Valerie Solanas