confessions (remix)

My holiday was of Barthesian proportions. Every Christmas Eve Norwegians indulge in the same meta-text, a 1920s British sketch of which the premise is ridiculous repetition. My Norwegian friends were dismissive of its aesthetic value...I was like "Those who only read a text once are condemned to read the same text over and over," they were like "Please, have some more Munchkügel."

In Vienna, keine kleine Eisbär, for that matter keine Kleine; but I'll have her soon enough. BA and I drank my favorite young grünern Veltlinern...ummm beautiful. And I learned to appreciate classical music; so relaxing! After not seeing the sun for a week, my seasonal affective and social anxiety disorders in full sad swing, I landed in the literally littoral Nice airport, the snow-capped Alps in crystalline view...then it started to rain.

Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville, so I've been reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles to the point of abstract distraction. It's slowly killing me with vague waves of guilt. Why must we confess?

witchiewoman_4 asks: Do you believe that a confession frees your soul from guilt?
thugsta_c199313 asks: it makes you feel better
thugsta_c199313 asks: i think its called guilt
Peter Brooks: A confession CAN free you from guilt-- it depends on the situation, and who it's made to.



girl_of_your_dreams_16 asks: hey what kind of confessions are we making in this room??
squishyboobies69696969 asks: i must confess i'm 11 and is pregnant cz i have been sexually raped
Sexycoolchic asks: I am in love with a man... he has a wife.
ctv_will: It seems people are almost eager to confess to some things. Do you agree? To what do you attribute this eagerness?
Peter Brooks: People are eager to confess. Confessions of all kinds now take place in public situations-- on TV, for instance.
Why? I think it's linked to that question of individual personality-- we don't feel we're real, authentic beings unless we have some secrets to confess.
In this sense, our modern culture of confessions develops from Rousseau and the Romantics, who first claimed that they had to expose their souls in order for us to know them fully.


In this spirit I asked my 13-year-olds for their New Year's Resolutions, which included to get married, to drive a Porsche, to get a good beautiful boyfriends, to smak [kiss] Zac Efron, to get in touch with my avocats...I was like good, great source of monounsaturated fats. My pathos was stirred by one little girl who wished for the New Year that her boyfriend would stop calling her "duck in sugar"..."He trouves it funny," she explained, pained, "but I do not."

I'm going to California in a month because I miss Starbucks...not even the baller 'bucks in Vienna could offer me Silk vanilla soymilk specially formulated to complement hot beverages. And Mom can't wait to take me to lunch in Culver City, that quartier is so hip right now!