Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
favorite movies - American History X (1998)
Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it.
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And it also says heterosexual women can’t be happy being single, or if they choose to be single, they must be lesbians! Wow, commentary on social issues on a blog dedicated to Pixar’s films. Anyway, it also says a lot about female protagonists in general. Even though she’s not a Disney princess, we must compare her to the Disney princesses, and more importantly, she’s the first to not have a love interest, so this must mean she’s gay! Heaven forbid she’s a teenager who doesn’t want a boyfriend. Or a husband??????????????????????
There’s been some underhanded sexism concerning Merida anyway, but just know that if she was a prince, this probably wouldn’t even be a discussion at all. And it does pigeonhole people into certain stereotypes.
The thing is, she doesn’t hate girly clothes. She hates the restrictive gown her mother makes her wear despite the fact that she can barely move in it and it’s almost hard to breathe. If she did hate girly clothes, would she traipse about and ride her horse, shoot arrows in the green dress? Didn’t think so. That dress she hates wearing symbolizes her freedom being restricted, and the fact that she doesn’t want to wear it only proves that she’s a regular human being who wants to be comfortable. And it’s been said about 100000 times already, but this film focuses on the bond between a mother and daughter and what it means to change your fate. There’s no mention of sexuality anywhere. While I understand what a gay animated heroine would mean for a lot of people, labeling Merida as one simply because she’s 16 years old and has no desire for marriage or romance at the present time is problematic.
Are those critics public proof that you don’t have to be smart to have a job? [I know many people like that where I work, too…]
& it’s not a problem if Merida is indeed a lesbian, it’s just that supposing she is because of such ridiculous clichés really is stupid.
Are most of female athletes lesbians? Are all über feminine ladies straight?
I did not know that sexuality was determined by clothes…
& if standing up for yourselves, your desires & aims in life mean that you are not a ‘proper lady’ & therefore a lesbian, then our society has failed to acknowledge that women are human beings, free of thought, free of speech & free of breathing without having to wear a bloody corset!!!
If, for some people, being a REAL WOMAN means I have to shut up & just be pretty, then let them label me as a lesbian. Cause I don’t want to be that kind of woman. & I know I’m not the only one.
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blownoffstrangersandhotrodangels:
IT’S FUTURE DAY! Remember in Back To the Future, where Doc sets the DeLorean to a future date? That date is TODAY!
expressive peregrine falcons
(photos by sdwildgene)
Thespian falcon.
I AM LAUGHING
SO HARD
C’EST PARFAIT
#to fly or not to fly—that is the question #whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the gusts and winds of outrageous fortune #or to take wing against a sea of fish and by opposing eat them
MY OTHER HALF IS PERFECT.
TO FLY - TO SWEEP,
NO MORE; AND BY A SWEEP TO SAY WE END
THE HEARTACHE AND THE THOUSAND NATURAL FLOCKS
THAT FISH IS HEIR TO: ‘TIS A CONSUMMATION
DEVOUTLY TO BE WISHED. TO FLY, TO SWEEP;
TO SWEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM - AY, THERE’S THE GRUB:
FOR IN THAT SWEEP OF DEATH WHAT STREAMS MAY COMEOH EMMA I CANNOT BE STOPPED
when we have molted off these mortal feathers,
must give us pause. there’s the respect
that makes calamity of so long meals.
for who would bear the winters and famines of time?
th’poacher’s wrong, the large bird’s contumely,
the pangs of despised love, the daylight’s delay,
the insolence of prey, and the spurns that
patient merit of th’unworthy take,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bird claw? who would fardels bear
to squawk and caw under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after food,
the unrelenting hunger, from whose clutches
no hunter returns, puzzles the will.
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to others we know not of?
thus hunger does make fools of us all.
