The Oscars were Sunday. I love them. I’ve watched them every year since about 3rd grade.
I was mostly happy with the winners. Aside from McConaughey beating out Leo.
Don’t get me wrong, Dallas Buyers Club was an outstanding film. Leto was amazing, Garner should have been nominated. Then there is Matthew McConaughey. He did a good job, but the role didn’t seem like much of a stretch for him. Ignorant Texan? Really? He changes and becomes more accepting in the film, but still. I think his acting on True Detective is far superior.
Let’s be honest. I didn’t want to hear his acceptance speech. Alright alright alright?
He said nothing about the man he portrayed, the AIDS fight, the ridiculousness that is the healthcare system. Instead, he thanked god. I never understood that. If there’s a supreme being, I sincerely doubt he cares about Matthew McConaughey.
He talks about his dad dancing in his underwear in heaven, with a can of beer and gumbo. About how he’ll never be his own hero. He thanks the normal people, his wife and kids, his mom, his costars and director. He ends his speech with two quotes from Dazed and Confused. Really. Most of the headlines I saw the morning after were ‘Matthew McConaughey Gave Exactly the Speech You’d Expect from Him’ or ‘McConaughey Thanks Himself in Speech’. A guy who has Magic Mike on his list of recent movies should really be more humble.
I was going to write yesterday about Bronies. But, my husband came home from work early and I had a few drinks. It’s probably good that I didn’t write.
If you haven’t seen the Brony documentary on Netflix, watch it. I had heard about it from several friends, but was unsure what to expect going into it.
The men and boys in the documentary were sympathetic characters. For a lot of them, My Little Pony helped them deal with life better than they had been. For example, one man in the UK with Asperger’s and social anxiety made the trek to a Bronycon. It was a safe place, he knew no one would be mean to him, and he came out of his shell.
The creators of the show were fairly shocked that a huge fan following of predominately grown men began. They treat the Bronies well, come to Bronycon. Of course they are making lots of money off them, I wouldn’t expect them to treat them any differently.
There’s a huge market for Brony art, music remixes, clothing, accessories, fan fiction, etc. It’s amazing how much is actually out there. Do a DeviantArt search for My Little Pony. Hundreds of thousands of results show up. There are even separate military Brony communities.
As much as there is pro-Brony merch, there is plenty of mocking. There was a petition on Change.org to cancel MLP:FIM. They only got 65 signatures. There are groups who call themselves anti-Brony and want to eradicate Bronies, mostly by violence. There have been a few news stories lately of Bronies being attacked and seriously injured.
Let’s be honest here. It’s weird, that grown men are obsessed with My Little Pony. Real weird. However, there are so many other scarier things they could be into. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, is at least harmless.
I just put them in the same category as Trekkies. They hang out, they have their own little language, fan fiction, conventions.
Keep on keeping on, Brony dudes. At least you guys seem nice.
P.S. Every time I hear the MLP theme, the Apocalypse Pony song goes through my head. Thanks, husband.
Ain’t that the truth.
When R was little, all my energy used to get zapped away by his loud cries. All I wanted was sleep.
Now, it’s the screeching. He’s officially hit the terrible twos. I think my blood is mostly espresso these days. I go to bed early, nap when he does. It’s exhausting. No one tells you how tired you’ll actually be.
I love him, he’s such a bright, sweet, funny guy. But that yelling has got to go.
I’m an independent person. So much so, that I don’t ask for help. I run into some trouble, I figure it out on my own. This makes the people in my life feel bad. I’ve alienated friends over it.
I get it, people want to feel needed. I don’t understand why that’s my problem. Shouldn’t they be happy that I’m not the person who hysterically runs to them every time I hit a little bump in the road? I don’t care if my family and friends ask me for help, I’m happy to assist them. I just don’t feel the need to return the favor.
In a sense, I’ve asked for help. Maybe not for everyday life things, and not really from my close friends and family. When I was having trouble with post partum depression, I made an appointment and I got help. I was tired of feeling so awful, so I acted. I think that’s pretty damn important.
I bet none of Beyonce’s friends expect her to ask for help.
I’ve been meaning to write this blog for a while.
Death is sad. Any death. Death is even, for me. I do find myself saddened a bit more when the death is a result of an drug overdose or suicide; or of a miltary member. That hits home with me. I think of how alone that person must have felt. When someone dies tragically and before their time, it changes our world. We will never know what this person would have accomplished, had they been able to get help, if someone had reached out to them, etc.
With that, when a celebrity dies from an overdose, don’t dismiss it. They are real people too, with problems. Their life didn’t matter any less because of their profession. I’m not saying everyone should get broken up over every single death they hear, celebrity or otherwise, or maybe I am. Maybe if we do, we’ll be kinder to each other.
Life is short. Life is hard. Some people lose the battle to their addiction, their depression, their disease. Nothing about that is fair.
I’m thankful to live in the USA. I am. There are just days when I am fed up with the backwardness of this country. Like today.
Gay marriage, for one. If you don’t like it, don’t get gay married. If it has any effect on your marriage, you need counseling. The people who seem to talk about homosexuals as if they’re not people are the ones who have put way too much time into thinking about gay sex. Rick Santorum, for example. No, it shouldn’t be left up to the states. If gay marriage is a voteable right, straight marriage should be as well. You shouldn’t have to decide where to live based on if that state recognizes your partner.
Abortion. Again, don’t like it, don’t have one. I wrote about mine in another post. I got it in NC before the laws got strengthened. It was an easy process to get an appointment, and I was lucky. Women are still dying in this country from botched abortions given by people who aren’t licensed to do so. Women like me carry around the stigma of having an abortion. The only people who know are my husband, a handful of friends, and my lovely blog readers. I will never tell my parents. There’s a woman in Texas who is dead, being kept alive by machines because she is pregnant. The fetus is showing signs of major deformities, still they keep life support going. This should not be happening in this day and age. Nasim Pedrad said it best, that if men could get pregnant, abortions would be readily available and birth control would have flavors.
The way this nation has treated veterans is abominable. The VA is a black hole from which nothing escapes, and nothing is really being done about it. Don’t even get me started on the defense budget. When the military is throwing out brand new desks at the end of the fiscal year, you know they have money to burn. The budget just needs to be revised, go more to actual defense, the troops, and less waste.
I feel slightly better. Rant over.
I’m a feminist at heart. At age 10, I went to my mother and asked her why Disney movies were sexist. The girls had to get married, most of the time a mom wasn’t around. She was impressed and amused. By the way, favorite Disney character is Belle. Up until she married the Beast anyway. I read voraciously as a child, and I could relate to Belle.
At the TCA press tour, a reporter asked Lena Dunham why she’s naked so often on Girls. “I don’t get the purpose of all of the nudity on the show, by you particularly, and I feel like I’m walking into a trap where you go, ‘Nobody complains about the nudity on Game of Thrones,’ but I get why they are doing it,” Molloy said. “They are doing it to be salacious and, you know, titillate people. And your character is often naked just at random times for no reason.”
I question the nudity on GOT. I often call it Game of Bones. I get why it’s there, but that doesn’t make it any less gratuitous. There are no ‘fat’ women on GOT, that must be why it’s not complained about.
I love Lena Dunham. I love Girls and I think she’s brilliant. If any of the other 3 women on Girls were naked often, it wouldn’t even be a question. Dunham is not a size 0, she has a ‘normal’ body. I don’t understand how in this day and age, this can be an issue. It’s ridiculous. It’s worse than so many people calling the episode with Patrick Wilson unbelievable. I wouldn’t call her nudity in Girls random, either. It’s in the bathtub, after sex, in a shower, etc. Aren’t those normal nudity times?
Judd Apatow is awesome. I loved his response to the reporter. Jenni Konner as well. Here’s the link to the full story: Article
Here is the reporter’s take on it: TheWrap
I still think he’s an ass. It’s just an idiotic question to ask. It’s the same as asking ‘Why do you breathe so much’?, or ‘Your character seems to change clothes a lot, why is that’? I think his goal was to get a reaction and he got one.
Here’s an article from last year that I loved, via The Daily Beast: Stay Naked, Lena Dunham
I love that Lena Dunham is so comfortable in her own skin that she can show so much of it, especially in a world where being thin is expected. I wish I had people like her to look up to when I was younger. I could never be comfortable enough in my body to show all of it in front of a camera, for millions of viewers. Good for her.
I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year. I spent it sick on the couch. I did have my rose champagne though, so not all was lost.
Resolution wise, I’m doing okay. I haven’t been exercising, I’ve done yoga once, but I have been making an effort to move around more. I’ve been on my phone less, and I’ve finished one nonfiction book.
I’m going to start crocheting in a few weeks, I need to buy supplies. I finally went to the eye doctor, now I need to get a referral to a retinal specialist. I’m going to the dentist after we get taxes back. I know that’s going to be expensive. I’ve been more conscious of what I’m eating, and I organized my kitchen cabinets. All in all, not too shabby. The only thing I really haven’t made an effort on is the playdates. Ugh. It’s going to take a lot to get me to do that.
Speaking of sickness, I hate being sick. I have some kind of sinus pressure head cold thing going on and it sucks. Toddlers get annoyed when you’re sick and don’t want to do much.
On a more positive note: how awesome is Gabby Giffords? On the 3rd anniversary of being shot, she goes skydiving.
That’s all I have for today. I’m stuffy and tired, and I need to shower.
It’s that time again. 2013 is almost officially over. When I look back over the year, it doesn’t seem as though it was too bad. That’s something.
I usually don’t make resolutions. Mostly because I think they’re pointless, partly because I rarely keep them. As this year started to wind down, I found myself making a list. I shall try my very best to stick to them. At least the important ones anyway.
Here’s my list:
Yoga 5x a week, or run 3x a week. I’m just going for more physical activity as a whole. If that means having a dance party with R rather than sitting around, so be it.
Read 2 nonfiction books per month. I feel largely uninformed after having R. I watch more Spongebob and Curious George than actual news. I don’t think only getting current events via The Cobert Report and Daily Show counts. I need to open my brain back up and learn.
Organize home. I’ve been reading The Tao of Martha by Jen Lancaster, and it’s given me the kick I needed to get things straightened out around here. The state of my laundry room is just, awful.
Make an effort to take R to play-dates. Ugh. My most hated one. I hate most other children and their parents. R needs more socialization. I’m aiming for once a week. The community center here has a weekly large playgroup, so we’ll try that. Even if I don’t want to.
Less internet. HA. I am going to struggle with this, but I am really going to make a solid effort. When R is awake, I check my phone off and on, when he’s busy playing. I really am on the internet too much at night. I could be doing something far more constructive.
Learn something new. I’ve picked crocheting. I’ve tried knitting and failed miserably. My mom crochets, so if I need help, she can show me.
Take better care of self. In regards to doctor visits, dentist. Know the last time I went to the dentist? 2008. Not good. I’m supposed to be at the doctor every 3 months. I haven’t been in 6. I need to buckle down and do what I’m supposed to.
Budget better. We live within our means, but we both blow money on stupid shit. I need to stop buying R so many toys, for one thing.
Make more time for the husband and myself. Date nights, time alone, etc. We neglect this horribly.
Eat better. Just because I want to gorge on carbs doesn’t mean I should. I need to learn portion control and how to not overeat things that are awful for me. I have a story about a half pound of genoa salami, that I’m not telling. It’s bad.
Less TV. Again, I spend way too much time in front of the tube. I don’t want R to be like that. I can come up with a ton more stuff to do during the day, and we need to do it.
So, that’s it. Good luck, me. We’ll see how it goes.
If you pay attention to the world at all, I’m sure you’ve heard of the Duck Dynasty ‘scandal’.
First, let me just say I have watched two episodes. It was idiotic, boring, and I didn’t understand the draw. I wrote it off as scripted redneck reality, and didn’t give it another thought.
I was SHOCKED when it blew up like it did. Duck Dynasty merch, half my Facebook obsessed with it. I still don’t get it.
Apparently Phil Robertson was giving an interview to GQ, really?, and said some fairly ignorant things. Now Sarah Palin is defending him, so you know he’s wrong.
Of course, here comes all the DD fans, screaming ‘intolerance’ and ‘free speech’ and ‘religious freedom’. No, guys.
Free speech is one of the benefits of this country. We can pretty much say whatever we want. But, it’s not consequence free speech. Every time you open your mouth, you take responsibility for your words. Your religious beliefs don’t give you a get out of jail free card. I know plenty of Christians who don’t agree with homosexuals. I have yet to hear any one of them say something derogatory.
A bit of the interview that is being lost in the uproar over the beastiality comments is the Civil Rights part. According to Phil, blacks were happy before any of it, going so far as to bring welfare into the equation. He’s from Louisiana. I find it hard to believe that he didn’t see a single bad thing pre-Civil Rights.
The whole thing just makes my head hurt. I know that the ignorance out there is astounding, but it always stings a little when you’re smacked in the face with it.
Phil is suspended indefinitely. I’m a little sad it isn’t the whole show. One less obnoxious thing out there.
Can a Kardashian be next?
Here’s the article: