While the blonde, hipster 20-somethings in Taylor Swift’s music video are “happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way,” the 32-year-old women are just excited to have finally found a great dentist and call their moms. Judging from the video, being 32 means getting to drink wine, wear sweatpants, eat cheese in bed and have dinner parties with your female friends. Sounds pretty good to us.
“I drink because I’m sad now.”I am a few years shy of this, but yeah this sounds about right…
It’s like looking into a mirror…only please replace “Fifty Shades of Grey” with THE INTERNET/TV.
I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.
At The Movies, The Women Are Gone : Monkey See : NPR
The whole article is fantastic, as is pretty much everything Linda Holmes writes.
(via kdhart)
I don’t know if there is such a thing as a “professional weed-whacker” but, whatever your misconceptions are about me, please know that I am not one of them…I mean, the end result is roughly the same, but it was just not very elegantly executed.
The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Life is over as we know it
(Source: theamericankid)
I either need to stay off Tumblr until I watch all new Netflix eps of Arrested Development or learn how to use Tumblr Savior…
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