“Somebody told me that ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ came out 30 years ago today, and I had to throw it into the set. #whitneyhouston inspired me tremendously when I was a young girl, and her tragedy is something that deeply affected me. I loved her. I think about the lyrics to this song and how alone she might have actually felt deep down, and it breaks my heart. We felt so much love in this room in Buenos Aires tonight, my favorite show on the tour so far. It is truly amazing what music can do. We are one. ❤️ (sorry for the washy stage audio. I promise I’ll record it someday) -love, Amy (Ps thank you @jen_majura AND @ttmccord for recording it, the fact that you both were makes me tear up a little!)😘😘😘”
There’s something sexy about a dead-serious man willing to do anything to get the job done. The Batmans and Liam Neesons of the world, men who ruthlessly cut through criminal organizations while brooding about the atrocities they’ve been forced to commit. Even the supposedly goody-two-shoes Superman now scowls as he struts out of exploded court houses filled with charred corpses and jars of pee. Is any of this sexiness getting you hot and bothered yet? Too bothered?
They are almost never seen eating, but always drink. If they’re in bed, they’re having nightmares about those they’ve lost (or, you know, having sex). They are emotionally cold and distant when they’re not being glib. This is all done in the name of emotional complexity, but can we still call it that when every character is the same?
For example, why does Hollywood refuse to accept Superman as simply a morally sound hero who genuinely wants to help people? Struggling to protect those weaker than him is a perfectly legitimate problem. Did they think we couldn’t relate to him unless he cried in an ice cave like he’s in an Evanescence music video? Did they think he’d look like a “pussy” if he didn’t destroy an entire city and snap Zod’s neck in front of two children?