"The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person."
Ugh. I know this isn’t about a white girl, but ugh. When I was reading the Hunger Games I totally pictured Finnick Odair as being like, normal looking and was hoping for Lee Thompson Young to be cast because obviously. But they cast some exotic looking white boy. I mean not to be racist, but that’s not cool. I mean, I was SO SAD in the third book you know when spoilers? But now, I don’t even know. It won’t mean the same thing.
ALL THE APPLAUSE
Only now I’m going to be measuring the hotness of whoever the did cast up against the hotness of Lee Thompson Young, and there is no way anyone can win that fight. Sigh.
Taf and I went to Rocky Horror together when we were thirteen, everyone.
UGH THAT HALLOWEEN WAS THE BEST HALLOWEEN OF MY LIFE. I BROKE UP WITH SOMEONE AT FIVE IN THE MORNING IN THE MIDDLE OF IT AND THE REST OF THE NIGHT WAS STILL SO AWESOME THAT IT TOTALLY OUTWEIGHS THAT.
Bonus story: The first time I went to RHPS (before the time we went together) I snuck out of a performance of Macbeth halfway through to go. I’m such a disgrace to my field. Unless I get my PhD in Gay, which seems likely.
BEST HALLOWEEN OF MY LIFE TOO
REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE WALKING DOWN THE STREET SINGING MOZART’S REQUIEM REALLY BADLY AND PEOPLE STARTED TURNING OFF THEIR PORCHLIGHTS AS WE APPROACHED
REMEMBER HOW YOU ANSWERED THE DOOR FOR TRICK OR TREATERS DRESSED AS FRANK N FURTER
REMEMBER HOW ALL THE GROWNUPS LEGITIMATELY MISTOOK ME FOR A BOY
REMEMBER HOW THE FIVE-YEAR-OLDS TOTALLY DIDN’T CARE WHO WAS HANDING THEM THEIR CANDY BUT ALL THEIR PARENTS WERE REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE
REMEMBER HOW I TOTALLY MISS TRICK OR TREATING OH WAIT THOSE ARE MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW
Artoria was a tattoo attraction that worked for 35 years in circus and carnival sideshows. Artoria was the stage name for Mrs. C. W. (Red) Gibbons.
Artoria was born on a farm in upper Wisconsin. Her parents were poor and by the age of 14 she decided to leave home. When she was interviewed by Arthur Lewis, writer and author of the book, Carnival, she said: I never been no place in my life. While hanging around a local carnival sideshow she met Red Gibbons. Him and me got to talking, tole me the show didn’t have no tattooed lady and would I like to be one.Said he was the tattoo artist and if I let him tattoo me I could join the show and see the world. Well that’s what I done. We was married soon after that and we both had a good life. There ain’t hardly no place in the country I ain’t been to but when he died (late 1940’s) I went into retirement out on the west coast.
Artoria’s tattoos were amazing: magnificent reproductions of paintings by Raphael and Michelangelo and a few patriotic designs but for those few exceptions the main inspiration is Italian. My husband done everyone of them, she said proudly. They’re all masterpieces. He was crazy ‘bout eyetalian (sic) painters.