— apparently my crazy coworker has taken the show on the road and started terrorizing other departments.
I’m driving three hours tonight so I can hang with a litter of kittens and planning an upcoming weekend in NYC to see my friend’s infant son. I sense a pattern.
I do not think that a narrative is immunized from critique because some troublesome aspect of it also happens to be crucial to its development. Who thinks you stop a conversation that way, anyway? You can have purposeful and systematic harm done to women and have it advance your story and characters and still talk about it being ugly. It’s ugly in the actual world and any story worth a damn will get you to thinking about that eventually.
Or maybe only women think that, and men are able to see it as so much aesthetics and storytelling, which is a distinct and bleak possibility, and I suppose that’s the most depressing conclusion I could come to; that it’s maybe too close to a reality where a certain amount of suffering is a tangible reality for women and an abstract concept to occasion shows of bravado for men."
So this has to be fake, right? Because it seems to:
a. show you where to find the drunkest people
b. allow you to call strangers who are guaranteed to be drunk
c. erase all evidence at the end of the night
Actual marketing copy:
Relax. Be yourself. Your secret’s safe with LIVR.
totally safe. not at all sketchy.
I don’t think I ever would have liked Quentin Tarantino but having my introduction to him be his role in From Dusk Till Dawn really made sure there was never a chance of that. Seth was sooooooo awful. If your sociopath, criminal brother is appalled by your behavior getting killed by a vampire stripper is probably better than you deserve.
Man, I love when Robert Rodriguez gets respect for the important work he’s been doing for, like, 30 years now in terms of media representation. I know it’s slightly dumb because he makes dumb movies where shit blows up but he’s totally been my idol since I was a teenager for how you can create art with positive social messages that is also fun and stupid and where people’s heads explode and shit. Like, I don’t to watch some joyless French communist art movie, I want something where Salma Hayek takes off all her clothes and then people get impaled with kitchen table legs.
From Dusk Till Dawn was very important to my teenage self. Kate killing the Sex Machine and her own brother and then walking out of the bar alive was just the coolest thing I’d ever seen. Like, she was frightened and emotional and exhausted and still managed to kick ass.
And vampire stripper Salma Hayek is, well, vampire stripper Salma Hayek.
my aunt called me when my phone was broken and I just now got the message which was a request that I call her step-grandson who she’s been trying to set me with for like a year and an half. I can pretend I never got it, right?
Post Office in Little Five Points
455 Moreland Ave NE, Atlanta, GA
no one will notice or care if you cry while waiting in line at the Little Five Post Office.
I have cried in this post office. More than once.