Favorite Films → His Girl Friday (1940)
Nonsense. You’ve got an old-fashioned idea that divorces are something that last forever, till “death do us part”. Why, a divorce doesn’t mean anything today, Hildy. Just a few words mumbled over you by a judge. We’ve got something between us nothing can change.
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We can’t wait to see, hear and read all about how Room 220 is totally kicking butt out there.
My name is Ray Stoeser. I am a high school teacher living and working in Detroit. Below is a testament to the power of Tumblr and social networking. Most importantly it is about how 554 complete strangers helped change the lives of my Detroit students.
The Power of Tumblr. The Beauty of Strangers.
Things We Said Today (2009 Remastered) by The Beatles
Time to break out the summer mixes…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AapxXRlsdwA
Sherry by The Four Seasons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZEy_kJ8nJU
Ooh La La by The Faces
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKbUm8GrbM
Pinball Wizard by The Who
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5IRI4oHKNU
She’s Not There by The Zombies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WE9eEf6tlSk
Concrete and Clay by Unit Four Plus Two
Comic Book Boycott of the Day: Conservative group One Million Moms is at it again, directing its not-quite-a-million members to boycott Marvel and DC Comics due to recent announcements from both companies about their futures of their gay characters.
DC has revealed that a major character is soon going to come out as gay, while Marvel announced the engagement of superhero Northstar to his boyfriend, Kyle.
These events don’t sit will with One Million Moms, whose anti-gay agenda has also led them to protest the wedding of Archie Comics’ first gay character, Kevin Keller.
“Children desire to be just like superheroes,” said the group in a statement. “Children mimic superhero actions and even dress up in costumes to resemble these characters as much as possible. Can you imagine little boys saying, ‘I want a boyfriend or husband like X-Men?’”
The statement goes on to accuse the publishers of trying to “indoctrate [sic] impressionable young minds.”
Marvel and DC have yet to respond to the homophobic comments.
[towleroad.]
In the 50s and 60s no one was protesting all the little girls looking at magazines and comic books saying “I want a boyfriend or husband like that.” What’s the difference? Of all the things in the world to zero in on, of all the chaos there is, this is where millions of people are focusing their anger?
Today in Anderson Cooper making people look stupid simply by asking questions: This lady. It may be the best entry in this subgenre of news since this video. (via pbump)
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Truer words were seldom heard … or read, for that matter.
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Tonight I resume my stripe-earning process after a shamefully long, inexplicable hiatus. I continue with Peter Bogdanovich’s classic The Last Picture Show(1971). Centered around a dying West Texas town, it’s a coming-of-age story that tackles a more bleak perspective. Thankfully, I have no idea what to expect - I know very little about this film and I’ve worked hard at keeping it that way until I could finally watch it. It is time.
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Girls has a strange way of embracing melancholic nostalgia in every episode. In this week’s The Return, Hannah (Lena Dunham) goes home for her parent’s 30th anniversary. Going back to the suburban nightmare she left behind, she tries to find a way to go home. Whatever that means.
At some point in our lives we all lose that notion of home. For me it happened when I was 13. My mom had finally moved us out of my childhood home in Thornhill, and from then on houses were just vessels. I still don’t feel like I’ve redefined my own notion of home.
Hannah seems to be struggling with a similar issue. Her childhood home is now an empty vessel for memories of a lifetime ago. The room she used to sleep in is like a tomb, full of relics from a past inhabitant. Lined with posters of the Goo Goo Dolls and a ’95 Parker Posey film, Party Girl, you can see how drastically different reality has become from the dreams of a high school suburbanite.
She runs into old high school friends, and has the ubiquitous awkward catch-up conversation. In a strange way you can see her latching on - as if forcing herself back into the life she rejected will instill her with a sense of belonging. She goes to parties with them, listens to their hackneyed dreams of making it big as a professional dancer, forcing a self-imposed mutism when it comes to what she really thinks of it all. When she finally does take the lid off and say what she’s really thinking she’s told she’s “so serious,” and why can’t she just have fun?
That’s the North American equivalent of telling a pouty French woman dressed in black that she’d be so much prettier if she’d just smile.
What if she doesn’t want to smile? What if that critical observation of the teenage wasteland that suburbia breeds is actually enlightening? Sure, don’t take life too seriously and learn to let go of what you can’t control. But be yourself in the process.
The episode ends with her answering a call from Adam – whom I hate – and talking about absolutely nothing. Contrived, the conversation feels painful, and she struggles to get the words out. No words in particular, but you can tell she’s desperate to say something to him. Anything.
It’s not until she gets out of bed, and walks out the front door that she becomes frank, saying and asking for precisely what she needs in that moment. She literally had to leave her home to feel an inkling of her real home back in New York. And there’s a warmth to the moment, even though he’s horrible to and for her. There’s a strange tenderness to it.
That’s what makes this show so successful in my eyes – it captures the nuances. The nuances of mundane day-to-day shenanigans, love, friendships, relationships, jobs … of anything and everything. I hate Adam because I’ve been with an Adam. That person who feels no remorse for using your heart as a punching bag because he’s either too stupid or too fucked up to see that he’s doing something wrong. Every fiber of your being says, logically, they are the biggest waste of your time. But then there’s a moment, however brief and fleeting, that exists where they feel like home. At least a home you’d like to imagine into being. And you don’t want to let go of that.
Oh, Willow.
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