This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking.
never seen it, but
Ou quando você disse ao seu filho: “A virginidade de uma mulher não é um prêmio e transar com ela não vale pontos”?
Que tal aquela conversa em que você amorosamente explicou o conceito legal de que “uma mulher não precisa estar lutando contra você e você não tem que estar segurando ela com força para que isso seja considerado ESTUPRO. Ela estar embriagada significa que ela não pode legalmente consentir, e NÃO que ela é uma presa fácil.”
Ou talvez você lembra de falar a minha conversa preferida: “Suas experiências sexuais não definem seu valor assim como as experiências sexuais de uma mulher não definem o valor dela.”
E por último, você lembra de ter repreendido seu filho quando descobriu que ele estava usando as palavras “vagabunda” e “vadia”? Ou quando você ouviu ele falar de uma garota na escola como se ela fosse uma conquista, e não uma pessoa?Eu quero que você considere estas conversas e depois se pergunte porque você não se lembra delas. A possível razão pra isso é que você não teve essas conversas. Na verdade, a maioria dos pais não as tiveram.
Eu cidadão anónimo
do País que mais amo sem dizer o nome
se é para me dar de corpo e alma
dou-me todo como daquela vez em Chaimite.
Dou-me em troca de mil crianças felizes
nenhum velho a pedir esmola
uma escola em cada bairro
salário justo nas oficinas
filas de camiões carregados de hortaliças
um exército de operários todos com serviço
um tesouro de belas raparigas maravilhando as praias
e ao vento da minha terra uma grande bandeira sem quinas.
Se é para me dar
dou-me de graça por conta disso.
Mas se é para me vender
vendo-me mas vendo-me muito caro.
Ao preço incondicional
de quanto me pode custar este poema.
- José Craveirinha
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.
|—||Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)|
I could swear there are many posts that talk about this but oh well… Anywho…
I really felt the need to discuss this because I have felt like this before. And I know it’s difficult to talk about it out of the fear of being called selfish or “crying for attention”.
I completely disagree. It’s not a matter of acting selfish. Again it’s another self-esteem issue. Let’s face it, low self-esteem is difficult to overcome, despite what some people think.
But it can be helped. We all want to be funny, smart, clever, pretty, talented, and all that jazz. We can be those! It’s totally possible.
Get started now! Learn to laugh and develop your own sense of humor. Be up to date with current events. Dress properly and care about your appearance.
But mind you I never said it was easy or a quick-fix. Everything takes time. I know it’s difficult in this time where we want things instantly. Believe me, I am the most impatient individual. But we just have to wait and keep working.
And popularity should not be your main concern. Yes as an artist we want some recognition, but becoming popular for the sake of being popular is a negative behavior to have.
Go at your own pace. Take it step by step to be become a better individual and a better artist. Make yourself happy and learn to love yourself.
I’m working on that too. In fact I made this advise for myself as well. Everything will get be better. Don’t worry C:
… And a great follow-up.
apparently the key to happiness is to have a long and shitty winter
and if you can’t have that, surround yourself with deadly wildlife
or maybe these countries have free or reasonably priced health care, good education and costs nothing or very little, marriage equality(not all do however on the list but they at least aren’t extremely homophobic either), decent minimum wages, stable economies, low crime rates and so forth and also deadly wildlife because we protect our environment
socialism > winter
Carlos, sossegue, o amor
é isso que você está vendo:
hoje beija, amanhã não beija,
depois de amanhã é domingo
e segunda-feira ninguém sabe
o que será. Inútil você resistir
ou mesmo suicidar-se.
Não se mate, oh não se mate,
Reserve-se todo para
as bodas que ninguém sabe
se é que virão. O amor, Carlos, você telúrico,
a noite passou em você,
e os recalques se sublimando,
lá dentro um barulho inefável,
santos que se persignam,
anúncios do melhor sabão,
barulho que ninguém sabe
de quê, praquê. Entretanto você caminha
melancólico e vertical.
Você é a palmeira, você é o grito
que ninguém ouviu no teatro
e as luzes todas se apagam.
O amor no escuro, não, no claro,
é sempre triste, meu filho, Carlos,
mas não diga nada a ninguém,
ninguém sabe nem saberá.
Não se mate
|—||(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)|
BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’
Gaston really is the most terrifying Disney villain because he could be anyone in the world.
Later he convinces the whole town to set up his wedding with the knowledge that the would-be bride would be thrown into it. Everyone finds his creepy-ass tactics as cute and “boys will be boys” esque. So yeah, he is terrifying.
Yeah, the truly scary thing about Beauty and the Beast isn’t that Gaston exists, but that society fucking loves him. People who deride the movie by saying it’s about Stockholm Syndrome are ignoring that it’s actually about the various ways that truly decent people get othered by society. People don’t trust the Beast because of the way he looks, which only feeds his anger issues and pushes him further away. Gaston isn’t the only one who criticizes Belle for being bookish, either; the whole town says there must be something wrong with her. And her father gets carted off to a mental asylum for being just a little eccentric.
Howard Ashman, who collaborated on the film’s score and had a huge influence on the movie’s story and themes, was a gay man who died of AIDS shortly after work on the film was completed. If you watch the film with that in mind, the message of it becomes clear. Gaston demonstrates that bullies are rewarded and beloved by society as long as they possess a certain set of characteristics, while nice people who don’t are ostracized. The love story between Belle and the Beast is about them finding solace in each other after society rejects them both.
Notice how the Beast reacts when the whole town comes for him. He’s not angry, he’s sad. He’s tired. And he almost gives up because he has nothing to live for. But then he sees that Belle has come back for him, and suddenly he does. In the original fairy tale, the Beast asks Belle to marry him every night, and the spell is broken when she accepts. In the Disney movie, he waits for her to love him, because he cannot love himself. That’s how badly being ostracized from society and told that you’re a monster all your life can fuck with your head and make you stop seeing yourself as human.
Society rewards the bullies because we’ve been brought up to believe that their victims don’t belong. That if someone doesn’t fit in, then they have to be put in their place, or destroyed. And this movie demonstrates that this line of thinking is wrong. It’s so much deeper than a standard “be yourself” message, and that’s why it’s one of my favorite Disney movies.
I’m gonna add another thing here— My favorite line in the entire movie is from Kill The Beast.
"We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least."
The way they portrayed mob mentality and mass hysteria was what shaped me to be a fuckin independent thinker as a child.
All of this.
All of this and more is why this is my most favorite movie of all time.