“I think the average guy thinks they’re pro-woman, just because they think they’re a nice guy and someone has told them that they’re awesome. But the truth is far from it. Unless you are actively, consciously working against the gravitational pull of the culture, you will predictably, thematically, create these sort of fucked-up representations.”—Junot Diaz (via luciaferr)
fleete: Can I just say that one of my very favorite parts of Winter Soldier was Nick Fury cocking an eyebrow at the police officers side-eyeing his expensive vehicle and sneering, “You wanna see my lease?”
Because the idea of Nick Motherfucking Fury having to deal with shit as disgusting and petty as racial profiling is sort of painfully realistic and heartbreaking. He’s hugely, massively powerful, and he’s sitting in his bulletproof car pondering decisions of worldwide import, but also he gets pulled over sometimes and asked for his registration because the police assume he stole it.
Ack. I was just so pleased that they included that line.
Dropping a short note to let you know I'm well. At least I've got the basics covered (eat, sleep, shower); managed to watch an episode of J-drama as well (Galileo, if you are interested). You don't have to reply to this. I hope life is good for you too ♥
No problem; let me know if you’d like to talk again. :) Send a note occasionally if you can, I’d like to know how you’re doing.
My sister, who’s the grandest poop, really embodies the hilarious irony of being younger-yet-bigger, humor drier than that half-inch square on the back of your tongue — like we envision future scenarios for each other, and they reveal the meanest, most informed shit: for me, she imagines a wedding in the backyard of my parents’ house (to save money, room to roast a boar, etc.) and a child named Willow, with the sticks in her hair (but fuck no if I’m naming a kid after a tree it’s gotta be cedar). For her, I imagine a lovely condo and a law degree and a couple of babies totally insidious in nature, surrounded by kittens and mountains of laundry. She’s so terrible; I love her.
14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
Honestly I think it was themindscanvas on Thursday; Friday was far from hug-free, but they were girlier.
31. 3 random facts
1. I think I’ll make a good parent. I’m torn, however, between producing the environmental hazard that is a brand new child and wanting to experience the biological badassery of becoming a mother.
2. It is totally insane and probably not worth it, but instead of bungee jumping or skydiving I’d rather chase after a tornado.
3. Saw Cap 2 twice already which might mean I’m masochistic.
When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.
May we all remember what it was like to be so young. May we remember it factually, and not remember anything that is false, or incorrect. May we all be human – beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless. And as the sun sets, I place my hand upon my heart, feel that it is still beating, and remind myself: Past performance is not a predictor of future results. Stay tuned now for whatever happens next in your life. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.
Cecil’s closing narration in Episode 12 (via vaginawoolf)
should tuck this into a farewell letter to my students