Actual Disney Princess Jaime and Actual Knight in shining armor Brienne.
Thanks to so-very-geeky, this all started by a Skype convo.
everyone has that pairing that can send them into a soul-crushing spiral of depression in .00087 seconds
Happy Friday, internet! I made you a Spotify playlist of almost every song that’s ever been played at Club Vivid from 2003-2012. 305 total tracks.
Sadly, Spotify doesn’t have Dancing in the Moonlight, so I suggest you click here before getting your groove thing on.
Animals With Stuffed Animals Of Themselves
Here are some animals hanging out with stuffed animal versions of themselves, which is clearly a thing that animals should be doing a lot more often.
Interviewer: Your character has become very likeable. […] But he is still the guy who pushed a little kid-
NCW: Wait wait wait wait wait.
(May 30th 2013)
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
Women with a taste for blood
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.
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C A G E (noun): anything that confines or imprisons; prison.