I feel that all the time, now that I'm working at a dept of health. People talk all the time about "the poor" and it's like they're some completely different alien species. Sometimes I just want to be like, THIS IS ME. I GREW UP THIS WAY, I AM SLIGHTLY BETTER NOW AND THANK YOU FOR HIRING ME AND GIVING ME THIS INCOME…

JOHN BOYEGA AS MILES DYSON'S SON I'M FREAKING OUT

The fucking sociopath who wrote that article also has some nuggets of "wisdom" for men. Some highlights:
4. Sex is best when you treat it as a competition.

Throughout the land, a chorus of "going to be?" rang out from a thousand corners in melodious and mocking tones.

BELIEVE

C'mon Amandla Stenberg as a Jedi youngling with powers never before seen... sigh.

I'm with you, for the most part. I'm not so impatient I can't stand to read a book, but I need to know what I'm getting myself into so that I'm not traumatized by something horrible happening that I wasn't expecting. That? That's called real life. No spoilers here, only the suspense of knowing that the horror will…

I DID I DID I KNEW! Ok, so I'm watching Goblet of Fire, right? And I look at him and realize, wait, that's a pillow around his stomach—and they gave him fake teeth... I know what's going on here... he's getting too hot. AND I WAS RIGHT AHAHA

What is it with twos and apples, AMIRIGHT?!?!

BACK DOOR LOVER!

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE

I submit to you: Pacific Rim. Clever bait-and-switch. Convince producers you have a Handsome White Male Protagonist, then a quarter of the way into the movie BAM HE'S NOT THE PROTAGONIST IS THE POINT-OF-VIEW SECONDARY PROTAGONIST WHO SERVES TO HIGHLIGHT THE POC WOMAN WHO IS THE REAL PROTAGONIST HAHAHAHA. And so many…

Get off my lawn! *shakes cane*

YOU ARE CORRECT SIR

How dare you put the Lord of the Rings on this list?

I was promised that if I read it there would be some deeper explanation for how they get everyone to drink the "You're just one thing" koolaid. No?

DAMMIT I'm such a sucker for sexy space dudes looking into the distance with scruff and angst. DAMMIT.

For a good long while, the only way I made any progress on my novel at all was forcing myself to write at least one sentence per day. Just one sentence. ONE SENTENCE!!!

Same reaction I had: Oh, so they found someone as bland as the first guy? Like, look at those photos. I can't even tell them apart except for the hair. Booooring.