I really enjoyed Catching Fire but the trailers beforehand got me bored as hell.
No matter what the setting is - the seedy underworld of drag racing, feudal and mystical Japan, the 1970’s, a dystopian future riddled with monsters - the protagonist is a middle-aged white dude.
I totally thought the Need for Speed movie was going to be Hot Wheels….
Last night I had a dream I had a super cute and tiny Chinese girlfriend.
Which is mostly odd cause I don’t even know any super cute Chinese girls. Actually, I don’t think I know many Chinese girls in general…
For a second, I read “Chinese” as “Chenise” and became very confused.
How To Be A Grown Up? -
I have realized that I am actually nearing the end of my long-ass stint as a minimum wage slave in jobs I hate. The jobs I am applying for now are jobs that are more and more related to jobs I actually want.
There is a saying. “Don’t dress for the job you have. Dress for the job you want.”
And right now while I am still in my first year of business and computer science, I can still get away with wearing Crocs and hoodies to class. Most days of the week anyways. That won’t be a thing much longer and already isn’t a thing for most business student association activities.
See, I thought this too, for the longest time. But then, I started waking up early enough to do make up, bought a blazer here, dress pants there. Spiced it up with subtle hints of jewelry. Bought myself comfortable but good looking business shoes.
But the weird part was, at the end of the day, I really liked the image I made for myself. It said “I care about how I look”, and when you walk into those meetings, and people stop treating you like a teenage girl, and start welcoming you into their level of the business world, it’s an incredible feeling.
Start slow, but take pride in the changes you do make. You know me, I’m as far from business as it gets. But now, I love it when I get acknowledged for the professionalism I radiate with my image alone.
The Batman is generally a solitary creature, occasionally leaving its cave to collect small orphan birds.
Reblogging again because perfect things
growing up as a gifted and talented student made me ridiculously ashamed of being wrong. like being wrong about the littlest things makes me want to cry and hate myself and i turn back into the big baby i actually am.
FINALLY SOMEONE PUT THIS INTO WORDS FOR ME
#realizing and accepting that I am a fucking idiot after a childhood of thinking I was brilliant #has been a slow and painful journey
I think I’m going to go out and buy myself some security.
I think I’m going to stop waiting for someone to love me the way I want to be loved and start loving myself.
I think I’m going to feel pretty today.
I think I’m going to punch insecurity in its ugly face.
I think I’m going to taste victory instead of defeat today.
I think I’m going to stop acting confident and start being confident.
This. This for every day.
I get this a lot, it seems.
I’m open about my weight. I really don’t care if people know. It is not a taboo topic to me. I understand some women are bothered by their weight because of media shaming, or because they want to lose it, etc. Everyone’s reasons are their own, and if someone wants to get healthier, or lose weight, I couldn’t be happier for them!
But it’s the obsession about a number that I do not completely understand.
I’m a small woman. I always have been. I am 5’1”. I have a petite figure. I get the remarks about how thin I am, how pretty people think I am, how lucky I have it. If people want to see me that way, then that’s fine. That’s their choice to see me in that light.
When people find out I weigh 130 pounds, for my height, I get the strangest looks, and the first comment I always get is “but you don’t look fat.” And it’s that comment that I have issue with. It’s that comment that makes women like me, women my size, feel like they cannot be healthy if they do not make a number on a generalized BMI index. At first, I really struggled with this. I stared at myself in the mirror, and I stressed. By social standards, by a regulated number, I am overweight. I pinched my stomach, I sucked in my gut, I wailed about how my tummy wasn’t flat enough, how my legs jiggled. I was upset…
I was upset because I looked like a woman, and that bothers me. Why should any woman be upset because they look like a woman, in any shape or form? In any body they were born in?
And then I would get the back lash of “you’re a skinny bitch. You don’t have problems,” and I’d suddenly feel like I didn’t have the right to feel insecure in my own skin. Then came the confusing campaign of “real women have curves!” I’ve been comparable to an ironing board for most of my life, and this too, further deteriorated my self image.
The message should not be competitive. The message should not be: I am stronger or oppressed because I look a certain way. The message should be: A real woman is a woman, because they identify themselves as one.
What a lot of people don’t understand, when they think I lie about my weight, is the work I put in to reaching that weight. A lot of people don’t understand that I used to do weight room, and that I stay active to build muscle. They don’t understand that I leg press so I have the leg strength to ride and balance on horses. I run simply for cardio, so I can work longer. I lift weights so when the time comes, I can keep up on a farm. I do push ups and sit ups nightly, on a regular basis before I go to sleep. I work to keep my muscles, because I would rather be fit and capable, than be defined by a number. I am not doing any of this so I can be thin. I am doing this so I can be healthy, and happy with what I’m capable of. Being able to function and take care of myself is a lot more rewarding to me, than someone else’s opinion of my appearance.
Since I’ve started thinking for myself, and getting my self confidence back, liking what I see in the mirror is just a bonus.
So, no. I’m not “hiding” that extra weight anywhere. I’m not “fat” because a chart says so. I’m not less of a woman because I “don’t have curves,” nor am I less of a woman because I’m not “ideal, tall, and beautiful.”
And I understand, not everyone’s situation is like mine. But I think this “ideal weight” bullshit has got to stop.
Ideal conditions that make you happy with yourself should take their place.
A great writer is one for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. Great writers won’t allow themselves to write what comes easily, because they know that what comes easily to them will also be painfully predictable to the listener. — Making Ads Work - The writings of Roy H. Williams as composed by Wizard of Ads Partner Craig Arthur.