McConaughey is an X-TREME!!1!1!!!!11!!!!!!1!!!!!! chodeasaurus and yet I STILL ended up wanting him to get the girl.
This movie is meowing terrible.
I do love how they have the same girl who played young Jennifer Garner in 13 Going on 30 playing her here, though.
I am thinking maybe I will take a night off from working out, get some tacos or a couple of slices of pizza, and drink some cheap wine. I feel like I am never going to dig myself out from under this pile of work, but somehow it always gets done so I guess I need to have faith that it will this time, too.
Haha, we recommended each other! It looks like we had a pact or something.
ETA: I forgot the best part: I learned this via a “Wanted for Homicide” poster, meaning they haven’t caught the guy yet!
Detective Lupo: “We’ve seen this before. It’s called homicide-itis.”
My boyfriend: “Jerry Orbach is probably spinning in his grave.”
- Whoa, actual thoughtful discussion on queer relationships and sexuality being fluid!
- Lori Loughlin = awesome three-dimensional mom character.
- I love Rumer Willis. She’s adorable. I was all about Adrianna and Navid getting back together but this is pretty cute.
- I realize these Kotex ads are a different side of the same coin and it’s all marketing and blah blah blah, but they are WAY better than the usual crap ads with blue liquid, white pants, etc. Cleverness will get you everywhere.
- I was annoyed when they wrote Ethan off, but I don’t miss him at all.
- Naomi is terrible, but I like her hair color. Also her purple vest.
- Liam is a fox. (Actor playing him is 26.) Didn’t like his doormat comment, though.
- For someone who’s ostensibly crazy about Silver, Teddy kind of sucks. Oh, wait, he’s afraid he’s going to hurt her.
- Why does Dixon have to have a gambling problem? Seriously.
- Jasper is the worst.
The more privileged you are, the easier it is to envision human beings as pure individuals, unconnected to other individuals in any way that matters.
It sometimes puzzles conservatives that progressives are so concerned with what people think. What is racism, sexism, homophobia, etc, after all, other than a way some people think about some other people? And as long as I’m free to pursue my own self-interest, what does it matter what others think of me?
For someone with a lot of privilege, the rational answer is, “it doesn’t matter at all.” The more privileged you are, the less other people’s thoughts count.” —Alas, a blog: Privilege is Driving a Smooth Road and Not Even Knowing It (via Maloy) (via dirtsky) (via clingtomymouth)
I’m pretty sure I’d just post the lyrics to “Soldier” by Destiny’s Child and leave it at that.
There is nothing—NOTHING—ambiguous about consent. If you are finding it difficult to navigate that, the failing is YOURS. Not the circumstance, not the person you’re with—YOU are the problem. Do something to correct it and LEARN WHAT IT MEANS.
I feel this way far too frequently.
Some joker with a platform in a college paper, quoted here.
Is this person utterly devoid of imagination or what? I’m always confused about how people who hold fast to this line of thinking go about dating. Basically all of my relationships have begun in a variation of the scenario above — by which I mean that I have been spending time with someone platonically, sometimes consuming alcohol, and then our interaction has in one way or another exposed itself as non-platonic and we go do some non-platonic stuff somewhere. I have never had sex — by which I mean the heteronormative definition of intercourse (strangely being employed here by a gay man) — with someone the first time I was alone with him. There are plenty of other (indeed related) activities to be done by two (possibly drunk) people who are getting to know each other. Assuming that a closed door equals a signed contract for penis-in-vagina sex lets rapists off the hook in a pretty major way. This is what rape culture looks like.
Also, I guess I should clarify that I wasn’t quoting Gaga in endorsement of her feelings about LA, but because I liked the part about New York.
You’re probably right, I just find that I tend to take everything Gaga says with a lot of salt because of the ridiculously super-constructed persona thing.
Yeah, I get this? But the issue is that, being aware of construction and media presence and pop culture’s influence on people - it almost makes these flippant comments worse than they would otherwise be. Understand I’m not calling for a ritual stoning here, but the cultural weight of an oppressive obligation isn’t from one thing - it doesn’t come from someone writing a manifesto about how attractive people shouldn’t eat - but from the slow accretion of tiny gestures like these that sort of gradually infiltrate your confidence, like pieces of glass, and slice it in a thousand ways towards sanity oblivion.
Gertrude Boltz, 63, said the church was facing “very big problems.” But, she noted, she tried to separate them from her own personal faith.
“To think of Jesus Christ is one thing,” she said. “To think of the pope is another.”” —
Regardless of whether you are Catholic, not Catholic, religious, non religious, whatever - please remember this and similar conceptualizations of distinctions between “institution/hierarchy” and “faith” and be sensitive to them when discussing the scandal.
Exactly. A person can mean so many different things when they say that they are Catholic, or religious, or that they believe in God. Obviously, there are some major problems that exist within the Catholic Church today and have for some time, and these need to be dealt with unflinchingly. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that “Catholicism”, in all of its definitions, is either at fault or fundamentally bad. Everything is so much more complicated than that.
My friend Julia is quoted in this article.
MY FRIEND JULIA KNOWS LADY GAGA.
I HAVE TWO DEGREES OF SEPARATION FROM LADY GAGA.
Rape is a crime.
Look it up.
So stop blaming women for the crime perpetrated against them.
It’s not just an asshole thing to do.
It’s a contribution to violence against women.
Blaming victims causes them to be reluctant to talk to the proper authorities.
And then perpetrators are never punished.
Impunity empowers them.
They commit the crime again.
Victim blaming intimidates the next victim and they don’t come forward.
Perpetrator rapes again.
The victim says nothing.
See a pattern developing?
Has writing this in one-sentence installments made it easier for you to digest?
Because I don’t want to have to repeat myself.
Enough of this “be cautious and you’ll be fine!” crap.
However, in most ways, rape is not at all similar to either dropping or breaking your iphone as it is a traumatic event with life-long consequences that include, but are not limited to, PTSD, isolation, job loss, depression, suicidal ideation, STD, STI, pregnancy, and internal injury.
All people have the right to not have crimes committed against them. This is why crime is against the law. The post probably sounds silly to you because you are surrounded by a culture that has led you to believe that people who are the victims of the crime of rape are, in your words, “retarded.” I appreciate your interacting with the ideas, and hope that all of us can benefit from your particular insights.” —
OK, seriously? How awesome is Fem!n*Ally? I mean, remember the other day when I said that thing about how finding myself resorting to name-calling makes me feel powerless? The perpetuation of rape culture and revictimization by people who don’t know what the meow they are talking about is another thing that makes me feel powerless, and in this particular case I could not have responded in a calm, rational manner, as has been done above.
So the first question is, why? I mean, it’s usually the opposite, right? You meet someone, you’re enthralled, time passes, she’s not as exciting to you as she was the first time you saw her, she makes you get a cat, she commits herself more vehemently to feminism and it kind of gets on your nerves sometimes, you wish she’d clean up the floor between the bed and your wardrobe, whatever.
It’s the big mystery of the song, really. How did he go from being sort of lukewarm about this chick to compromising principles, breaking promises, and feeling obliged to conform? You don’t just wake up one day and realize some lady you thought was fairly attractive (but not your type or something) is a craze you’d endorse, a powerful force, so fine, there’s no tellin’ where the money went, etc. Unless, I guess, it’s one of those things like the Bee Gees song “More Than a Woman” where you thought of her as your kid sister, and then one time she shows up in a dress instead of pants and instead of being confused about why your awesome tomboy friend isn’t being herself, as on every sitcom episode dealing with this theme, ever, your radar finally goes off, notifying you that, yes, she is actually a woman (more than a woman, even), and now that you have figured this out it’s time to start trying to sleep with her.
But anyway, based on the lyrics, I’m guessing that’s not the case. If anything, it sounds more like the song “Love Potion Number 9.” (Understanding songs through other songs!) I mean, her methods are inscrutable, her love is mythical, the woman is invincible, it’s simply unavoidable, and the trend is irreversible. So it could be a spell, right?
But let’s say it isn’t. Beyond witchcraft (that’s another song! it was sung by some bro from Hoboken who was a dick to Mia Farrow), what about this woman changed drastically enough to justify this dude’s irrational behavior? Did she pick up some liquid liner and a flatiron? Learn to play the guitar and/or poker? Throw out her Hello Kitty collection, instantly making herself appear more mature and womanly (cold dead hands, etc.)? Buy a red dress? Learn Mandarin (although according to the episode of Cougar Town I accidentally watched the other night, this makes people like you less; memo to self, should you ever watch it again: things that happen on Cougar Town are not really applicable to real life)? Win a taco eating contest? Start homebrewing beer? Lose 10 pounds and become delusionally self-confident, emitting said confidence in the form of mojo? Reveal herself to be the superhero G-Girl? (Oh, God, that movie. P.S.: IMDb lists a character called simply “Shapely Bartender.”) Discover a new kind of dinosaur? Double-fist Irish carbombs, which is apparently something that made a guy like me one time? Get a sexier pair of glasses? Do something to differentiate herself from the other be-lipsticked guitar-playing drones writhing behind you?
No, seriously, this is what I think about on the Stairmaster. Also this is a surprisingly good workout song.
I think it would be impossible for me to come up with any response to this that wasn’t influenced by the patriarchy. I shave (not as often as I “should”), but I don’t really think it’s my place to pass judgment on other people’s decisions, especially as mine are the result of socialization. And I loved Mo’Nique at the Oscars!
(I realize I am behind on other questions! Short version: I don’t really hate guys who like jazz and I need to read more about the Terry Richardson thing before I answer!)