Soul Bullies are those toxic voices that prey on us, especially when we begin to inch our way toward the solid gold that lives inside each of us.
Being indifferent to small-minded judgements and realizing my world does not revolve around theirs, is what helped me combat the weird, toxic judgmental voice inside my head that constantly called me a "gashti" (Urdu word for slut).
As such, Brief Interviews must, on some level, have seemed the most straightforward Foster Wallace to grapple with, a series of monologues delivered by diverse but reliably toxic male voices about their dealings with women that Krasinski patches together over 80, mostly verbatim, minutes.
"Cigarette butts are toxic waste," the voice-over continues.
Its guitars roar and growl, Gibbons's voice a toxic gargle in counter to Hill's higher, truer yell.
As she said this, a certain dismay crept into her voice, like toxic waste seeping from a 55-gallon steel drum.
Environmental human rights, which guarantee breathable air, safety from toxic exposure and a voice in environmental decision making, are crucial to breaking the cycle of poverty, vulnerability and unsustainability in which too many of the world's people are trapped.
Last year's extraordinary single I Gotsta Get Paid takes a Houston rap song about dealing crack, bolts on a Howlin' Wolf-inspired guitar line, and showcases Gibbons's playing and singing at its most toxic: both instrument and voice sound like they've been immersed in chemical soup.
His most recent novel, The Flame Alphabet, which was well received, is about a world in which children's voices become toxic to adults – a baffling premise that nonetheless somehow makes sense.
