Raw, adjective: 5. crude in quality or character; not tempered or refined by art or taste
Pet Peeve: when my otherwise thoughtful and sophisticated, usually culturally-discriminating peers hemorrhage away their brain cells on teenage pap like Stephenie Meyers' Twilight books
Seriously. Where are the grown-ups with brains and ideas? Who out there's actually reading the sexy subversive polemical fiery adult lit of yesteryear?
Apparently, no one, writes the Washington Post. This article dates from last spring, but it strikes me as relevant and timely in the wake of this most recent vampire movie's success. As Ron Charles writes of Twilight-obsessed college students,
Here we have a generation of young adults away from home for the first time, free to enjoy the most experimental period of their lives, yet they're choosing books like 13-year-old girls -- or their parents. The only specter haunting the groves of American academe seems to be suburban contentment.
Ugh. I feel sick to my stomach. Read the piece, then please, please in the interests of all that is good and rich and holy, go buy some Ginsberg or Daly or Nin.