Rupert Thomson squee alert, this is so not a drill and I so will not be able to venture away from the suburban lair that day. Dammit!
F. Scott figuring out where Gatsby's money comes from.
Meghan on the lack of women protags in movies, because this has always driven me crazy, too.
Rhian on rejection and a blog I'm also digging.
And finally...I'm going to step delicately around the MFA stuff in The Atlantic and point you instead toward Ann Patchett, Truth & Beauty, and Clemson University, because this boggles my mind in a way that goes beyond Typical Liberal Outrage. Lucy Grealy did a reading at SLC for Autobiography of a Face -- this was before Oprah went bananas over it -- and even just sitting in a smallish room with her for a little while was pretty memorable for me. Between that quick impression and some other factors, Patchett's memoir felt familiar. And here's a large university whose giant orange pawprints I see on SUVs all the time, completely freaking out over it. (And isn't Clemson where Goat takes place? Now THAT is some scary reading.)