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But Old Spice still reminds me of Daddy
Yeah, OS Guy is cute, but….
Maybe it’s just my generation.
Maybe all those born after the 80s don’t have any father-associations with Old Spice.
Actually, his appeal–for me–is how hilariously vain his character is. I don’t want my guy wearing Old Spice (Sorry, OS) and I don’t want him acting like OS Guy, but I’m hooked on the commercial.
TSA, enhancement ought to mean ENHANCEMENT
Perhaps if zooming in magnified matters the guy wouldn’t have unloaded his baton on his co-workers? Either way, the invasion is troubling.
I’m ignoring the voices in my head–and I really should listen. It could be fun.
A friend of mine posted a brief video of Stephen Spielberg on her Facebook page, and normally I avoid such interview-y vids because I really don’t care what so-and-so has to say. I don’t know who he is, and opinions are like assholes: everyone’s got one. I’m tired of being inundated with opinions and images and sounds, unless it’s raucous music, and even then I need earplugs as a filter. God, it’s such a hassle, getting old.
Stephen Spielberg, though–I’ve grown up with him. I watched the “first” Star Wars flick when I was 13, and have loved nearly all of his movies since that first intro. ( A few exceptions, one disgustingly notable: A.I. Seriously. He should have left that film alone. It would have been perfect had it ended with the little robot-boy at the bottom of the sea asking the statue if it was his mother.) I forgive him, though, and will continue to do so because I love his vision.
So I figured I could sacrifice 59 seconds to him. He could have something interesting to say.
“…listen to yourself,” he says. “When people don’t listen, it’s not that they don’t learn, they just deny themselves tremendous opportunities and glorious choices. They deny themselves this, and it’s their own damned fault.”
He said this with a sort of exasperated conviction, like he keeps having to say these same words over and over to people who have no ears. That –helplessness, the underlying sadness in his voice, I heard that.
I heard, if you listen to yourself, you can create your art with as much joy and success as I do mine.
I’ve been feeling stuck — creatively, artistically, writerly. Stuck, unmotivated, and uninspired. This, despite the fact that crap keeps happening—and I mean GOOD crap. I just call it crap because it’s been overwhelming, and when there’s an avalanche, it doesn’t matter if it’s snow or dung—you’re gonna get buried. Right?
argh. Wrong. That’s a terrible attitude, and I know it. So for the past two days I’ve been noodling about the fact that I feel like I’m drowning despite the facts that:
- I have an agent patiently waiting to read 100 pages of my first book;
- I have two Sonnet explications about to go to publication for Facts on File;
- I have been offered the chance to teach two college classes;
- I have been teaching security guards basic verbal self-defense, report-writing, and how to interview witnesses.
All of this has evolved since mid-September, and it’s all amazingly, stupendously good. Yet I feel stuck. And I feel like I’m missing something crucial, which, of course, I am.
I’m not writing.
So I have this slithery insistent feeling under my skin that will continue to get slitherier until I obey. (Then it will subside into a bright shimmer under my skin that doesn’t make me want to stomp but leap. Ahhh, writing.
That Darren Criss
I love seeing Hollywood execs get surprised, but what really makes my heart leap for joy is when the message of love triumphs over ignorance. Criss has vaulted to stardom and yet the writers aren’t sure how people will react to his character being Kurt’s boyfriend. That’s just nuts. His rendition of Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” sold 55 thousand downloads the day it was released–and all they can say is that he’ll be made a regular? Ya think!?
5-year-old boy’s costume causes uproar with Christian moms
If this little boy had shown up as, say, the Joker, that would not have raised the same bristly response as his Daphne costume did. What is it about embracing the feminine that sets Christians on edge? My sons played in my make-up and jewelry when they were five, and they clunked around in my high heels, as well, and if either one had wanted to go to a Halloween party dressed in drag, I’d’ve been delighted .
Robin Williams–Mrs. Doubtfire. Dustin Hoffman–Tootsie.
So, what, only grown men are allowed to play dress-up?
No one would have even blinked if a girl showed up as Fred from Scooby-Doo. Or Indiana Jones, or Bart Simpson, or Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow.
Why is that?
Here’s what I wonder: if parents squash-squash–squash any trace of the feminine out of boys, any possible acceptance of that yin side, what does this say about how our society values the feminine? What does this teach our boys about womanhood in general?
And if the Tea Partiers were Women….
If Tea Party Was Black
Tim Wise raises important questions –if the Tea Party was comprised of people who weren’t white–what would the reaction be?
But I don’t think he goes far enough with this: “And this, my friends, is what white privilege is all about.” (Last paragraph in the blog article.)
This is what white male privilege is all about.
Imagine what the response would be if the Tea Party was made up of strictly women. Would people be concerned? Would they be afraid? Hundreds of women armed to the teeth. Imagine it. Marching in support of the Second Amendment, declaring the need for political change–would they be regarded as a danger? Why–or why not?
Answers will reveal a lot about how people view women.