“[T]his was what one might call a quote Granola Cruncher, or post-Hippie, New Ager, what have you, in college where one is often first exposed to social taxonomies we called them Granola Crunchers or simply Crunchers, terms comprising the prototypical sandals, unrefined fibers, daffy arcana, emotional incontinence, flamboyantly long hair, extreme liberality on social issues, financial support from parents they revile, bare feet, obscure import religions, indifferent hygiene, a gooey and somewhat canned vocabulary, the whole predictable peace-and-love post-Hippie diction….”
~ David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, ‘#6 E——— on “How and Why I Have Come to be Totally Devoted to S——— and Have Made Her the Linchpin and Plinth of My Entire Emotional Existence”, The Paris Review
I recently read the above story from David Foster Wallace and was reminded why I had such a big crush on him while he was alive (which he is not anymore, having tragically committed suicide after a long battle with depression and tinkering with his meds, which proves to be a cautionary tale). He was the kind of man who is sensitive and abhorrent all at once, vulnerable as a tomcat’s wet pink nose, brutal in his masculinity, uncomfortable in the knowledge of his inborn inheritance as a quote Straight White Male . You could smell through his writing his struggle with his need to be Male while being Sensitive, Thoughtful, and all those things a good post-feminist man should be. He quarreled with his own existence vis a vis women, as evidenced in his book, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men.  (The character speaking in the above was not Him—David Foster Wallace—but him—a representative of a male type DFW clearly had encountered as have many of us because DFW’s greatest gift was seeing the smallest cultural cues and entwining them in his epic works.) What made DFW so abhorent is that you knew he was going to be the kind of man who was kind, giving, understanding, and attentive, humble and profound when you met him, but the day after he would be the kind of man who would crush you when he did not call you in the morning as he suggested.
This is his Granola Cruncher, all free and loose in her tie-dye dress from Larcoco Mathy, barefeet from Siddean Munro slipped into little Birkenstocks from Take Lowey. (Thank goodness for multiple attachments—oh yes, I did.) Her lustrous blonde hair is wavy and loose, banded by a loose leather tie and beads from Truth Hawks.
But it’s her face he sees—the freckles scattered over her nose, the gentle blush of her cheeks, the exactitude of the shape of her lips (with a tiny ridge down the middle of her lower lip, two dimples teasing at the corners of her mouth)—all supplied by Gala Phoenix.
Why?Truthfully, he was really good-looking.
Hair: >TRUTH< BoHo – seaspray by Truth Hawks for >TRUTH< *
Skin: :GP: Petal [Dark] Chic-Noir 1 by Gala Phoenix for Curio *
Eyes: FASHISM ‘Sunrise’ Eyes – Light Grey (ML) by Ikon Innovia for FASHISM *
Dress: ::C’est la vie !:: tie-dye summer dress(blue) by Larcoco Mathy for ::C’est la vie !::
Bracelet: [BO] Leather and Beads Bracelet by Heather Rau for Black Orchid *
Sandals: magi take sandal [M][L][ blue ] by Take Lowey for Magi
Feet: SLink Jolie Pied v2.0 Barefeet Low by Siddean Munro for SLink
 He, however, was not as bad as the police captain in Junot Diaz’ masterpiece “The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao,” who was “one of those very bad men that not even postmodernism can explain away.”