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you know, a mataphor? you know what i'm talking about? a mataphor.
I heard he's some kind of harsh mataphor.
you guys are THE BEST.
that's ok flanny, i don't mind clicking through. killed a few seconds.
Can someone post a GIF that represents how long this afternoon is being, and how much I want to be outside, and how frustrated I am that Robert Kiyosaki is on the freaking cover of PW again, he is on there every other week, OTHER PEOPLE WRITE BOOKS, PW! GOD! (And I know that the cover of PW is basically paid advertizing space, BUT STILL).
Wow, thanks. That was super upsetting and fascinating. I'm sorry you had to deal with all that. If you even need to vent anymore, COME FIND ME. I especially want to know more about the "cult of D23".
Oh my god, badideajeans, tell us all about it. Tell us everything. Start at the beginning. Or just tell me, somehow.
Punk's Dead: Luckily I am no less punk than I was when I first watched this movie 18 years ago because I totally wasn't punk at all AT ALL back then either, and so I guess I beat the system, which is maybe kinda punk? I don't know what punk actually is, I was raised Lutheran.
My favorite fact about Disney Princesses, which I learned from the Peggy Orenstein book, is that this brand came about years and years after the death of Walt Disney and anyone who was a hardcore carrier-out of his wishes, b/c his cardinal rule of marketing was that no two characters from different Disney stories should ever appear together, because it ruins the magic. That's why the Princesses appear together, but they never interact or even make eye contact. They just stare coyly out at the consumer.
I have mixed feelings about this as well, for all the reasons you said. My main problem with the Disney Princess Brand, takes what Disney has made, which I may not always love, but they HAVE put time and thought into it, and then makes it super sexy. I don't want little girls OR boys growing up thinking that liking "girl stuff" is an invalid choice, but I also don't want them thinking "girl stuff" = "super sexy stuff".
I worked with a guy who always wanted me to go with him to get Indian for lunch, and I was always like, "No, man, then I'm just all full and sleepy all afternoon." And he was like "Um, portion control." And he MAY AS WELL HAVE BEEN EATING LUNCH CARROTS. Sorry you eat INDIAN FOOD like a LITTLE BIRD, dude. Live your life. Ugh.
It doesn't even matter, it's not like she's going to be an *actual* Disney Princess. In all the merchandise they usually only use the Top 5, and will maybe throw Jasmine a bone once in a while.
What's up, everyone else at the gym, you're not even going to watch this guy dance for ONE SECOND?
I really hated every answer to every question. Like, deep in my viscera. This isn't the worst, but it bugged me the most: "This is a film that most Hollywood studios wouldn’t greenlight nowadays" That just made me crazy.
We have gerbils at my work, and we will forever because we replace them on the hush when they die. I will warn you that they stink a little.
Another thing I have always wondered about making movies (if anyone is still reading this at 10pmEDT, and knows about making movies): When you are an actor and you're just starting out, and you audition for a small role in a movie (small meaning anywhere from having no lines to being a minor character), are you allowed to read the whole entire script first? Or do they just kind of tell you what it's about? Are you always taking a chance that the job you're getting to eat AND try to work your way up is going to be a homophobic piece of garbage (for example)? Or do you pretty much know, and can make a choice with all the information?
I have a questions about the way the movies are made, which you will soon find out I know NOTHING about. When a movie is really terrible, the director is usually (probably very rightly so) blamed, even if it's the content of the movie that is offensive, but the writers-- the people who actually wrote down these terrible things on a piece of paper are rarely mentioned (unless they ARE the director). I know the opposite is also true, when a TV show or movie is fantastic the writer's don't get much public credit. I guess I'm wondering how it works-- do people often blindly write screenplays and hopes someone kind of famous directs it so people will see it? Or do directors decide they want to make a certain type of movie and get writers to write it? A little of both? This movie may be a weird example because the screenplay was adapted from magazine articles about some pretty shitty true stuff. But in general, when something is just gross like this, why is no one ever like, "And this shitty guy who wrote this..."?
I've always really like Cheese Nips. Much better than Cheez-Its, which taste a little burny to me. I'll give these a try. I love snacks.
My comment is awaiting moderation, but I think the anticipation will make the wonderful news I have to share even sweeter.
I have proposed marriage to the "60's Soul Explosion" playlist on songza, and it accepted. We couldn't be happier. We are registered for a KitchenAid mixer and a car, so you guys can just chip in on those, or whatever.
the category of my brain that worries about all this has TOTALLY OVERTAKEN the part that knows how to use parentheses. i am (so sorry). i can't (help) it, this is just the way i (am).
In my brain, Coachella is in the same category as Burning Man, and to be honest (Juggalo meetups). I KNOW they are not all the same thing, but I'm no fun, so they may as well be.
no, i'm with you. i actually like the whole thing. wear a black shoe.
I think it's true that people are grubs most of the time now, EXCEPT I work with high school kids, and man, high school kids are way better dressed than we were when I was in high school. Like, a SOLID majority of kids look great all the time, across cliques and incomes and levels of nerdiness. Everyone looks so sharp. My colleague has a theory that it's because they all live every second of their lives about to be photographed or videotaped and put on display for the whole world, so there's no time for, like, tshirs and jeans. My theory is that adults are cooler with giving kids money than they used to be.
flanny, i want you to be safe, but in case you haven't heard: "At the direction of authorities, select Dunkin' Donuts restaurants in the Boston area are open to take care of the needs of law enforcement and first responders." i mean, don't go outside. at all. but just know that the second you can...
oh man, we'll find a way. we'll find a way to make this work for you.
any other monsters on lockdown want to have a cup of coffee with me? right here in the comments? i am making more coffee against my better judgement.
aarg, this is so charming and perfect. i thought he was going to fall or something, but he just ended with that sweet message.
Otter parent giving baby otter swim lessons: I died. I died a thousand times. Then I came back and lived a full and happy life bursting with love and laughter and died again peacefully and now I'm in heaven and baby otters are learning to swim here too. omg.
I recently read "Battleborn" by Clare Vaye Watkins, a short story collection where all the stories take place in Nevada at different points in history. One story fictionalizes the author's father's time on the Spahn Ranch, but floats through Nevada's history as well. I read a review that described the book as perfect for "cult rubberneckers and wild west fetishists". I think that was supposed to be an insult, but it delivered on that promise and then some. Super great. Lots of cowboys.
I get motion sick if I ride in or drive a car that is at all a "nice" car. The smooth ride that luxury cars offer will just make me so sick.
I DID TOO! And my friend was like "they are loading a DISHWASHER, what's your problem?" My problem is everything makes me barf, guys.
That made me very for real motion sick, I don't know why I wasn't expecting it. On a scale of one to barf it was worse than The Hunger Games but better than Beasts of the Southern Wild. I can't watch ANYTHING anymore.
I had some very noteworthy jam on my toast this morning. Spicy Peach-Cranberry. Delicious.
I have the flu and was home from work and my landlord chose this day of all days to fix our mailbox, which I guess involves a chainsaw and a jackhammer, and my mirror falling off my wall and breaking. So that's not great! But I am on the mend.
so maybe not being on double dare saved your life, is what i'm saying.
I went to college with a guy who was on Double Dare, and he was paired up with this super enthusiastic, but not so smart (or maybe just nervous?) girl, and he would revisit the VHS copy of the episode he was on every time he was drunk, and we all thought it was cool and funny at first then he'd get REALLY ANGRY at the girl when she would make mistakes, and yell and smash his fists on things and it would get really uncomfortable. I'm not friends with him anymore.
he was probably exhausted from chasing me around a building, making me try every door until i found an unlocked one.
god, they are SO MEAN.