I don’t know if I can fully express what Carrie Fisher means to me, but she is and always has been my hero. I was three years old when I saw Star Wars: A New Hope, and her performance as Princess Leia has massively impacted my life ever since. Obviously, I wouldn’t even have this blog if it wasn’t for her, but the more I have learned about her through the years, the more I admire her.
As a writer and a woman who suffers from mental illness myself, seeing Carrie’s successes has always served as an inspiration to me. She is an award-winning author, an outspoken advocate for mental illness, a girl who grew up in the middle of Hollywood craziness, who was exposed to body shaming at 19 and became a huge advocate for body positivity as an adult, an extremely loving mother and role model to her daughter, and an inspiration to millions.
I don’t really know what else I could say about her. There’s not really a away to put it into words. I just want her to get better. Please, keep her in your thoughts.
can people please stop saying that Priyanka Chopra and Dev Patel or Avan Jogia should be cast as Jasmine and Aladdin… both the charcters are Middle Eastern and Priyanka, Dev and Avan are of South Asian descent!!!
I wonder if I’m gonna be alive by the time we have arab characters written the same way white characters are?
No mention of terrorism and war.
No mention of money and oil.
No mention of desert and camels.
No mention of religion and bigotry.
Just a normal character who just so happens to be Arab?
Whenever Hollywood needs a “brown skinned” Middle Eastern looking villain, they have NO problem finding a slew of them to fill the role, YET when trying to cast someone to portray the great Persian poet Rumi who came from what is now Afghanistan, they pick a blue eyed fair haired Leonardo DiCaprio? What kind of bullshit is that? Rumi, much like Jesus, was NOT white!
i tried to make a fuckin custom game in overwatch called “widow practice” so you know you could practice playing widow against ai
cept how it eventually turned out is. youre playing against a team of ai, you can either play as widow or ana. and only one person can be widow or ana at a time and so
people were joining the game only to see the only two playable characters taken and just
i still dont know how to make it so EVERYONE can be widow but it doesnt matter cause i got kicked from my own game and now have no idea how to edit it anymore i go into play and all i can do is invite people to this widow and ana vs ai hell set in the middle of a fuckin hollywood filming studio like
Today is Earth Day! In honor of Earth Day, and of my commitment to celebrate (and grow my own!) kale with Naked Juice, I want to tell you a story about a garden. A secret garden, in the middle of Hollywood.
When I moved to LA in 2013, I was used to walking as my primary mode of transport. In San Francisco, where I lived before, I hadn’t even owned a car. I walked. I took (gasp) the bus. I Ubered. In LA, though, a person without a car is a human disempowered. Still, I was determined to walk my neighborhood, to get to know the streets and hills surrounding me. Call it stubbornness, call it foolishness, or call it sheer luck, my strong willed desire to walk the land where I live delivered me to the gates of Wattles Community Garden.
A sprawling acreage of avocado orchards, honeysuckle, eucalyptus, roses, herbs, fruit trees, and individual garden plots, Wattles was nestled behind a high chainlink fence grown over with flowering vines and studded with the overeager branches of fig trees. I walked by it for weeks before I grew brave enough to peek around the fence and find the sign at the entrance.
The French Connection is known for having the grandmother of all car chases (the one in Bullitt being the granddaddy) and for making us wonder why there aren’t more famous characters named Popeye. Seriously, just two seems like a damned waste. Anyway, in the film, Gene Hackman plays NYPD detective Popeye Doyle, who in one scene chases an elevated train through the busy streets of New York, running into a few bumps along the way. For example, at one point Doyle’s car crashes with another vehicle and goes spinning out of control in the middle of the street.
Well, only one of those vehicles was being driven by an actor – the one that crashes with Hackman’s car was just some dude who came out of his house and drove into the middle of a Hollywood movie.
How could a real driver wander into a closed movie set, you ask? Mainly because no streets were closed for the scene, and no permission was asked. They just mounted a camera onto a car, went speeding in a residential area, and put that in the movie. Here we see Hackman again, nearly crashing into a garbage truck.