I used to have some crazy fantasies like these. It’s funny how your mind can kind of push things that arouse you (in my case, danger, knives) to extremes so you can dive into it and find a happy, safe medium from the aspects of it that you enjoy.
Month: November 2011
Artsy types: I have a weakness for you.
Sometimes, it’s hard not to feel that way. For all the “fun in denial of society”, sometimes society catches up. Lately, I haven’t felt like that, but this picture is certainly evocative of a certain insecurity that creeps up a ton.
Those who follow me, I’m sure, have picked up on the fact that I love pizza to an inordinate degree. But, I’m sorry, even I recognize that pizza is not a freaking vegetable. The fact that Congress can sit there and call pizza a vegetable is honestly such a disgusting display of cutting corners, pandering, and complete bullshit. This is a clear demonstration of the fact that Congress is clearly viewing the American population as numbers, dollar signs, statistics, and not people. So what if improving the requirements for school lunches might cost some more? These are children whose health you are placing in a precarious balance because you consider tomato paste to be a freaking vegetable.
Sorry, I’ll stop now.
Seriously, take me back. Maybe I would be less jaded about the whole notion of courtship. Sometimes I just wish things were left more to mystery.
Teen party, 1940s
Psst. Heart. I think I found your new bestie. She has great taste in shoes.
I hate being made to beg. It’s not really the degradation aspect than the fact that I usually can’t come up with words to say after a while besides “please” and the like. Maybe I haven’t been pushed hard enough. Maybe the stakes haven’t been too high.
I feel like every girl ought to have a plaid flannel shirt. I love mine. It’s comfortable and it’s understatedly sexy. Obviously, the understatedness only functions if you’re kind of covering yourself a little bit more than pictured. Because sometimes sexy isn’t too showy. I don’t know. Two cents. Just needed something to attach to this photo that wasn’t “oh my goodness, that eyefuck”.
But, really, oh my goodness, that eyefuck.
“Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm.”
– W. H. Auden.
Really? This has been one of my favorite movies for years and I had no idea!
In retrospect, there was so clearly a lesbian undertone going on there. Damn you, popular media. You had all the ingredients there. They look so good together, wonderful chemistry, deep friendship. Pfft. Unfortunate that they couldn’t just take the plunge and do something that I guess may have been controversial, but so beautiful.
In Hindsight:
I was 10 when Fried Green Tomatoes came out, but the amazing chemistry between these two was palpable, even to me as a little girl. I wanted to be Ruth so badly, the way Idgie cared for her, rescued her, loved her. I remember wondering if anyone else in the room knew that they were in love or if only I could see it.
When I was older and learned that the book the movie was based on was outright about a lesbian couple I was pissed that they didn’t do the story justice.
I still think the scene with Idgie telling Ruth the story about the pond and the ducks is one of the most romantic scenes I’ve ever seen.