The older I get, the harder I find it to watch “guy gets hurt doing something stupid” videos because I start to think more about their medical bills, time off work, permanent injuries etc and less how about funny it was
“ Do you think I’m poor because I want to be? Do you think I’m jobless because I hate working? I thought someone should have mercy on us after so many tries. Why is it always 100 against 1? What am I supposed to do? I did everything you told me do. What am I supposed to do when it’s not working out?”
To make sure the blog doesn’t get clustered with asks, I made a twitter account to try to respond to any comments and questions hopefully more frequently than here. Feel free to tweet me if there’s anything in particular you want to know or say.
sorry but it’s 1 am and I feel some type of way, a yearning for a more simple time in my life when I wasn’t on the chase for something and was 100% unsure of my self but just kicked back and headed into the unknown, when I had a boyfriend by my side who wasn’t at all what I wanted and I’m unsure if I ever loved, but who I spent spring and summer days drifting away with in his cute little suburban neighborhood, only a bus stop away from mine.
and now it’s all gone by so fast, and here I am 2-3 years later, still a little unsure of myself. the picture is clearer and the ride is rougher than I could’ve ever imagined. relationships and every other outcome got so much more intense and real that I felt compelled to build walls around myself. life is hard. flash forward another 2-3 years, and I imagine it’s only going to get harder. I just want to bathe in simplicity once in a while but there’s no real passion in there.
Day 1: Throwback Mole Suspicion: I mark Young Justice as a major turning point in my view of my fellow women and girls in media. My first time seeing the front half of Season 1, I assumed that this was being played 100% straight. I thought that we were supposed to empathize with Artemis but that, ultimately, she’d be the mole. I assumed that the conflict with her character was that she honestly did believe she could not overcome what we came to know as her family legacy. I thought that she may have a redemption arc toward the end of the season.
And she did, but it wasn’t the one I was expecting. Realizing that Artemis’s story was about healing and overcoming abuse, neglect, fear, loneliness, and abandonment at various points in her life changed my world. I was and still remain so happy for and proud of her. She found her family, and she healed the ties in her blood family that could be healed and learned to live without the toxic pressure from those that tried to ensnare her. The way I viewed fiction before Artemis - and particularly women in fiction - I fully expected her to be the mole, but she wasn’t and I am so glad she wasn’t.