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beauty @ chanel ss03
"I don't think anyone from our group is gonna show up. Worst part about it all... explaining it to Sam."
On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:
Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.
My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."
She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.
And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.
And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.
If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.
She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.
Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.
Poppies, by Ed Perkins.
one of my major gripes with a lot of contemporary novels is that it feels like you're never allowed to think for yourself and themes are communicated either with incredibly heavy-handed metaphor or by having a character straight-up turn to the camera and say them to the audience
but i'm in this beta reading group and now i'm getting some insight into why that might be, mainly in how people respond to writing that doesn't do that. they don't like being expected to do this mental legwork themselves. they see it as the writer passing off the difficult burden of interpretation onto the audience, resulting in a text that is unnecessarily "hard", opaque, and confusing. being expected to connect ideas that are not explicitly spelled out is treated as though it's totally unreasonable, because part of the writer's job, in their mind, is to make sure the reader is never confused or uncertain.
it just depresses the fuck out of me to see how people who identify as "bookish" before anything else just have zero interest in expending mental effort when they read
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Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), The Red Tree House, 1890.
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#(also is the bottom left figure a toulouse lautrec ref ? great choice of ref if so !!)#<- prev.#Interesting#I thought it was a reference to Igor Shcherbakov's “two on a bridge”#which Lautrec painting does it remind you of? (via @artnrefs)
I can answer that because you're both right!!
They're both in my reference folder :D
concept for a tv show: a cute simple love story between an assistant and a chauffeur or bodyguard or whatever else rich people have and in the background the rich people are having the wildest telenovela level drama that we only catch glimpses of
(Flustered assistant) "So... do you want to go on a coffee date?" (Very flustered bodyguard) "I'd love to!"
(While they're looking at eachother cutely, we hear a woman screaming in the background "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH MY BROTHER???" . Then somebody jumps off a window)
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me tonight:
“I think she thinks she’s going to die here. And she just wants to be with him. And it is so heartbreaking to hear her little breaths as she just settles in with the only person in her life that she truly loved.”
- Craig Mazin on this scene.
"She's crawling over there so she could be with him in death." FUCK YOU I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW
The official The Last Of Us twitter account is so deeply unserious.
I am going. To be sick.
how it feels watching joel miller die in front of me for a second time and feeling like it's my fault for not being able to save him somehow