Where the hell is that poem by that welsh poet about laika............
wait wiat i think i have it in a screnshoot wait this is my moment ive been saving screenshots for years i have hundreds of them and they be useful, wether god likes it or not
ok this is not the one but hey look another laika poem:
I love how Barbie (2023) takes pains to drive home that the Real World is in fact our world and that it contains the whole of real human suffering and joy and is full of regular-ass imperfect people
AND THEN takes the Mattel boardroom and once more heightens everything, makes it absurd and offputtingly sterile and puts a cardboard background outside the window and makes all the acting of the employees physically stiff and artificial-seeming, as a way to point out that the rich and powerful are living in a similar kind of detatched artificial fantasy world to barbieland, even if it's technically contained to our world
because all that money and power means practically speaking, capitalists aren't real people and are playing pretend their whole lives
house taking a random man he bailed out for drinks at 3 in the morning because he seemed interesting.
"this show/book/podcast depicts a protag who is a terrible person, it doesn't condone any of their actions-" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T CAAAAAAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
please on GOD can we MOVE ON past kindergarten arguments about whether a text is didactically good and provides a moral example with its protagonists i am NOT INTERESTED in any of that i don't even care if a text says THIS IS BOB HE MURDERED PEOPLE AND IT RULES if it is saying something interesting or worth picking apart with bob and his murderous ways maybe it provides some insight into the author's views maybe it's trying to make a point about murder or what have you but please no more NO MORE of babies whining squabbling dribbling spit over whether the narrative is a good person NO MORE
be wary of the houses in the foothills.
the thing that gets me about about barbie is that barbie land wasn’t even purposefully a matriarchy, barbie land came about because of the way little girls were playing with their barbies, it wasn’t created by mattel it was created by the people using the toys, so the fact that the barbies ignored the ken’s and had girls night every night wasn’t because they had some bias against him, it was just an accurate depiction of how kids play with barbies. I had some ken dolls as a child and they were essential to the plot in the sense that of course my barbie has a boyfriend because that represented the world i saw around me, but also he didn’t have any purpose in my dream world because i was only interested in what the girls were doing because they represented me and how i wanted to be, I wanted girls night every night I wanted the girls to be president and austronauts and not because of some inherent feminist idea but because I was a girl and I wasn’t thinking about boys, ken was an accessory. this movie wasn’t made to change the world but it showed a different perspective than what we usually see which I thought was fun. Men don’t have to be the centre of all our stories and its not even because we hate them, sometimes we’re just not thinking about them
and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally
the last sentence of my thesis
TWIGGY & WOODY ALLEN My Generation (2017) dir. David Batty
"His first question was: 'Who's your favourite philosopher?' My heart sank. I wanted to run off and burst into tears. I didn't know any philosophers. And he probably knew I didn't. When I said so, he replied, 'Oh come on, everyone has a favourite philosopher.' It was such a cruel thing to do to a young girl."
"I was desperate and trying not to cry but I turned the tables on him and asked him to come up with some names - but he couldn't think of any either! Then he said to me, 'I suppose you've read Dickens,' thinking I hadn't. So I said, 'Yeah, I read him at school.' In the end he said, 'Oh, I can't interview her,' and left the stage."
-Twiggy
brown eyes so dark they look black are the best actually and I don't give a fuck about sunlight hitting them to make them lighter either I want to be consumed by the inky abyss
I'm starting to get smile lines.
How lovely to have smiled so often that happiness permanently etches itself into your face
How metal to have lived a life where your face now pre-warns people not to fuck with you
How resilient to have cared so strongly that empathy is now visibly displayed on your face
I am inventing a new kind of social media. It's called Mail Flash Drives To People You Love. Nobody harvests your data and you get to support the US Postal Service
fun fact! did you know that you can gain extra ‘forbidden time’ by staying up late in the night? but Watch Out
