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<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Disqus - Latest Comments for Peter Holmes</title><link>http://disqus.com/people/ade38dac4da308569788d052b729ab63/</link><description></description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:36:22 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: PINCH, PINCH, PINCH | The District Weekly</title><link>http://districtweekly.disqus.com/pinch_pinch_pinch_the_district_weekly/#comment-1361198</link><description>You're a moron. Men write autobiographies all the time, so why can't women? It's also "unbecoming" for someone with no talent to talk about art. Are you a failed artist getting back at the world?</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Peter Holmes</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 18:32:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: PINCH, PINCH, PINCH | The District Weekly</title><link>http://districtweekly.disqus.com/pinch_pinch_pinch_the_district_weekly/#comment-1361200</link><description>When men write about their fathers it's mythic, when women write about their mothers it's self-indulgent, or whiny. Why can't art be personal? Since when did autobiography have to be hardcore? What's wrong with a woman writing a personal story that doesn't involve rape? Do women have to get raped for it to be of interest? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why am I bitter? Because I'm tired of reviewers. They serve no purpose in society. Could we go on living without reviewers? Yes, easily, happily. Could we go on without artists? No. And reviewers don't seem to require credentials. All they need is an opinion.</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Peter Holmes</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:36:22 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>