Don’t patronize me. It has to be possible to discuss the merits of maintaining separate finances in a marriage without dismissing a different choice as suicidal stupidity.

I love all of this advice about savings and retirement and financial planning that completely ignores the actual situations and economic predicament of much of America, let alone the rest of the world. Having a “fuck off fund” is, for many many people, about as realistic as having a “vacation house on Martha’s…

If you like Chuck Jones, Tony Zhou (the film critic behind the wonderful series, Every Frame a Painting) has a great piece about his work.

What’s Opera Doc is the greatest piece of animation ever produced.

Truly, Madly, Deeply

I hate that I’m old enough for people I consider legends to start dying. I’m so wrung out from Bowie’s passing that the suckerpunch that is losing Alan Rickman has knocked me flat.

Are these cute? I don’t know.

Yes! I was waiting for him to thank his assistant, Jai Alai.

It’s a very good, interesting, different TV comedy. Let’s stop pretending that it has to be something more, okay? Awesome, appreciate it.

She runs into his arm from behind, thats why he makes that face! Whats wrong with you people, theres a perfectly good video above that gives actual context to short gif.

That’s what I see as well.

I mean, if you watch just this video, it looks like he’s laughing at something someone said to him off-camera and wasn’t paying attention to the proceedings at all.

Because, back then, actresses thought that being on fashion magazine covers and being spokesmodels for fashion houses destroyed their credibility - so it was models who brought the glamour. Today, it’s harder to find an Oscar-winning actress who doesn’t have (or want) a fragrance, beauty or fashion contract: Sandra…

Also, if I remember rightly, they became bigger than the designers who started to resent the Supers overshadowing the actual clothes they were modeling. So hence, the almost homogenous, too young blanks that populate the runway now.

They were stars. We all knew who they were, what they wore, and where they went. They were personalities, not clothes hangers.

If I had a time machine, I wouldn’t go around fucking with historical events, I’d go to places like the Savoy, see Benny Goodman play Carnegie Hall (then to the Savoy to see Billie Holiday and Duke Ellington have a cutting contest with Chick Webb and Ella Fitzgerald), and Bessie Smith any damn where I could.

Because they look like women, as opposed to little skeletal girls. Gorgeous, glamorous, iconic, chic, old hollywood, women -as was the trend at the time.