“The stranger says there are no more couches and he will have to
sleep in your bed. You try to warn him, you tell him
you will want to get inside him, and ruin him,
but he doesn’t listen.
You do this, you do. You take the things you love
and tear them apart
or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours.
So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t
pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved,
he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never
forgive you, and maybe now he’ll never leave you alone.”—Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)
"In a sentence, “(500) Days of Summer” is about a guy who invents a girlfriend in his head and then gets mad when his actual girlfriend doesn’t conform to his expectations. In more sentences, the main character in “Summer” is a guy who is ready to meet his dream girl and then does, in the form of Summer (Zooey Deschanel, obviously). She likes the same music that he likes, and even though she explicitly tells him early in the film that she doesn’t believe in love and hates the idea of being someone’s girlfriend, she likes the same music that he likes so he concludes that they’ll be perfect together. He’s so excited about the idea of dating someone interesting that he never actually gets around to totally investing in or understanding his girlfriend. He’s already fallen in love with Summer because he’s a guy who falls in love a lot, and that’s what he’ll be, always, forever. They date for a while, and it’s good for a while, and then they break up, obviously, because dating someone solely because they like the same shitty music that you like is never the best plan. And there’s an opportunity for our protagonist to learn something. He can realize, “Hey, maybe I’m wrong because I moved too fast too soon, or I expected too much based on my own idea of what a girlfriend should be, or because I based our entire relationship on superficial similarities.” But none of that happens. Instead, the movie ends with him meeting a new girl. He falls in love with her because she’s pretty, and because they both like the same building, or something, (which frankly seems like an even shakier foundation for a relationship than liking the same band)."
“Zooey Deschanel’s character in The New Girl is probably the clearest example of this right now, as that entire show is based around how quirky and eccentric and, as a result, lovable, Zooey’s character (I think her name is “Eyeface”) is. Except she’s not so much “eccentric” as much as she is “bad at being alive and functioning socially, in the present.” One of her main conflicts in the pilot is that she has a date at a fancy restaurant, but doesn’t know what to wear so she puts on overalls! Classic Eyeface! And one of the male characters on the show goes goofy-eyed and clearly starts falling in love with her instead of, say, yelling, “You’re 27 years old, how do you not know how to dress and function yet? Get your shit together.”—
Hollywood is still teaching women that “dumb” is “attractive,” they’re just hipsterfying it. I don’t know when it happened (maybe after Clueless?), but sometime after the ’90s, “Quirky Eccentric Weird Chick” became the new Bimbo. She’s just as insultingly one-dimensional as the archetypal Ditsy Blonde Bombshell Valley Girl character that was all over the place a decade ago, except now she wears vintage knee-socks and listens to The Smiths, and that’s supposed to be better, for some reason.
So my life is getting hectic for the next few days. I have to grade 46 Ethics exams, study for and write my own Law exam, work approx. 6 hours, write over 1000 words of self-reflection as it relates to Management theory (thanks), travel to TO and catch a flight to Boston.
This isn’t an excuse for my absence. Just an explanation.
Few things in life are as excellent as putting on dryer fresh jeans when you have to walk out into the cold.
But, having a muffin and hot chocolate waiting for you at work, when you arrive late because your university’s transit system sucks, and your coworkers didn’t want you to have a rough day? That comes close.
Because I am nothing if not a responsible student.
There is this one guy in my history class (you’ll remember him from the time he brought canned fruit into a LECTURE) who is just straight up strange. And this is now EVERY SINGLE LECTURE on Friday morning at 9am that this guy has brought in a non-easy food for breakfast. The canned peaches, last week it was some kind of omlette.
Today, buddy has a full breakfast. I mean eggs, bacon, toast, homefries.
This is history. Please stop bringing in uncomfortably complicated foods. It’s really distracting.
yes, our economy is screwed up and yes it’s messed what the super billionaires can get away with …. but dumb ass hippie anarchist i hate the man let’s smoke weed liberals are EFFING ANNOYING. get off your horse, you just want a cause and think you’re impacting shit.
not the way to fix anything. get out of your tents and take a shower.
“Thank God.”—Republican Senator Scott Brown responding to a crack Elizabeth Warren made in Tuesday’s debate, when the Democrat said that she “didn’t take her clothes off” to pay for college, a reference to Brown’s famous nude spread in Cosmopolitan magazine decades ago. (via thetessellations)