Breakup letters from famous authors, "the gay gene," and an actress who keeps hearing she's "not black enough…"
Via Flavorwire, here are eight heartbreakingly literate and… heartbreaking breakup letters from famous writers. Our favorite is from Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas — it was actually Wilde's letters to Douglas that got him jailed in the first place, but he kept writing Douglas from prison, and this letter contains this wonderful closing line:
You came to me to learn the Pleasure of Life and the Pleasure of Art. Perhaps I am chosen to teach you something much more wonderful, the meaning of Sorrow, and its beauty.
Pia Glenn is a commercial actress, and her piece on XO Jane is a fly-on-the-wall look at some of the more unsavory aspects what casting calls are like when the casting director has a specific… ahem, "notion" of what black women should act like. Spoiler alert: she doesn't get the gig, but we have to tell you that because of the majesty of her closing line: "Blacker luck next time."
Via Em & Lo, it's a full Advent calendar of BDSM-themed gifts! "On the fifth day of Kinkmas, my true sub gave to me… five gold cock rings." Come on. How did you not see that coming?
Via Salon, Tracy Clark-Flory explains that researchers have determined there is no strict gene for homosexuality. Rather, "The key here is epi-marks, which control how genes are expressed, and they just might explain the evolutionary stumper of why, if homosexuality is hereditary, it hasn’t been eliminated from the gene pool." Translation: homosexuality isn't "genetic," in the strictest sense of that term, but it is biological. Anyway, this is still a model-based finding, so expect more news about shortly.
Via Entertainment Weekly, here's this week's interview derring-do. When Matt Lauer alluded to her unfortunate upskirt picture with the creeper-tastic "Seen a lot of you lately," Hathaway responded with this incroyable comeback:
It kind of made me sad on two accounts. One was that I was very sad that we live in an age when someone takes a picture of another person in a vulnerable moment and rather than delete it, and do the decent thing, sells it. And I’m sorry that we live in a culture that commodifies sexuality of unwilling participants, which takes us back to Les Mis, because that’s what my character is.
BOOM. Translation: "Shut up, creeper, and suck on this eloquent cultural criticism. Also we're here to talk about my movie."
Anne Hathaway is the best.