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I am Sofie. I enjoy theatre, animals, social politics, names, food, etymology, and the Marx Brothers.

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For sale, baby, won’t wear her goddamn shoes

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welcome to ihop

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George Carlin, Jammin’ In New York, 1992

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if Falsettos was set in 2018 Whizzer and Marvin would not have lasted a month because they would have played one (1) game of mario kart and their relationship would have spontaneously combusted

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The female price of male pleasure

Let's talk about bad sex

Women are constantly and specifically trained out of noticing or responding to their bodily discomfort, particularly if they want to be sexually “viable.” Have you looked at how women are “supposed” to present themselves as sexually attractive? High heels? Trainers? Spanx? These are things designed to wrench bodies. Men can be appealing in comfy clothes. They walk in shoes that don’t shorten their Achilles tendons. They don’t need to get the hair ripped off their genitals or take needles to the face to be perceived as “conventionally” attractive. They can — just as women can — opt out of all this, but the baseline expectations are simply different, and it’s ludicrous to pretend they aren’t.

The old implied social bargain between women and men (which Andrew Sullivan calls “natural”) is that one side will endure a great deal of discomfort and pain for the other’s pleasure and delight. And we’ve all agreed to act like that’s normal, and just how the world works….

Women are supposed to perform comfort and pleasure they do not feel under conditions that make genuine comfort almost impossible. Next time you see a woman breezily laughing in a complicated and revealing gown that requires her not to eat or drink for hours, know a) that you are witnessing the work of a consummate illusionist acting her heart out and b) that you have been trained to see that extraordinary, Oscar-worthy performance as merely routine.Now think about how that training might filter down to sexual contexts….

One side effect of teaching one gender to outsource its pleasure to a third party (and endure a lot of discomfort in the process) is that they’re going to be poor analysts of their own discomfort, which they have been persistently taught to ignore.

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Happy easter yall

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Asexuality is still hugely misunderstood. TV is slowly changing that.

“Between the worlds of the sweet and the savory. Not quite popcorn, not quite candy. What are we?” This seemingly silly question comes from BoJack Horseman’s Todd Chavez (voiced by Aaron Paul) as he contemplates a bag of kettle corn — and his own sexual identity — in the Netflix series’ fourth season. In the previous season, Todd admitted that he wasn’t gay or straight; he was “nothing.” But he didn’t actually come out as asexual then, a personal revelation he avoided tooth and nail until his late 20s, preferring the safety of “nothing.” Having a beloved character on a popular show come out was a huge deal for the asexual community: When you’re not one thing or the other, and you never see anyone like yourself reflected in media, it can feel like you don’t exist. As an asexual aromantic — meaning I’m not interested in having sex or relationships — I considered myself “nothing” for years because I didn’t see an alternative. For me and many others, watching Todd’s journey from nothing to something was life-changing.

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God (from Sondheim on Sondheim) by Stephen Sondheim, performed by Barbara Cook, Vanessa L. Williams, Tom Wopat, Norm Lewis, Leslie Kritzer, Erin Mackey, Euan Morton, Matthew Scott, and Stephen Sondheim

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This amazing song, interspersed with an interview about how he writes (lying down, with his blackwing pencils, continually drinking liquor), was written by Sondheim specifically for this revue.

Stephen Sondheim wrote a song about himself and his music, and titled it “God.“ What a man…

You have to have something to believe in. Something to appropriate Emulate Overrate Might as well be Stephen Or to use his nickname: God!

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what’s a better way to celebrate the day of his birth than listening to this little ditty Stephen Sondheim wrote referring to himself as God

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“Americans pay a high price for maintaining the myth of the Individual: We have no system of universal health care, we don’t educate our children, we can’t pass sane gun control laws, we elect presidents like Reagan, we hate and fear inevitable processes like aging and death. Way down close to the bottom of the list of the evils Individualism visits on our culture is the fact that in the modern era it isn’t enough to write; you must also be a Writer, and play your part as the protagonist in a cautionary narrative in which you will fail or triumph, be in or out, hot or cold. The rewards can be fantastic; the punishment dismal; it’s a zero sum game, and its guarantor of value, its marker is that you pretend you play it solo, preserving the myth that you alone are the wellspring of your creativity. … Anyone interested in exploring alternatives to Individualism and the political economy it serves, Capitalism, has to be willing to ask hard questions about the ego, both as abstraction and as exemplified in oneself.”

— Tony Kushner (via tomwingfields)

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Danny Kaye in “Hans Christian Andersen”, 1952

Thumbelina, what’s the difference if you’re very small …

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*hamlet voice* just had a good talk with dad and i feel SOOOO much better UNderline UNderline UNderline

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THIS.

Source: Ed Markey

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There was once a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her-immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife’s hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love. When I met Ana I knew: I loved her to the point of invention.

Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House  (via laslo-kovacssss)