I kinda get what Atwood (and to some extent, Moss) is saying. What is a feminist film or book? In my mind, I view my feminism as an analytical framework; it is a way to look at the world and consider all the data (words, images, concepts, etc) coming at me. But to others, it is much more an action-oriented concept; if…

Prom was great. 2010 grad. My date was a friend (mostly to just convince him to go at all), we were a big gaggle of friends, and there was a dessert buffet. I got my dress online, it covered whatever was required by the school (I think all your bits needed to be covered, but strapless and even short was fine), and I…

In keeping with Victorian bullshit, I thought we were the angels of the home, keepers of the husband’s morality and good sense, and wisest of allllllll. Our puny muscles are merely delicate.

My main beef with men is that they just don’t fucking care. It will never affect them, it’s all just a game of politics.

I just read an article about hedgehogs taking over the Hebrides, and I was proud of how much I knew already about hedgehogs on the Hebrides from the Decoy Bride.

I like that everyone in it is willing to play along with the insane plot. With literally any other cast, it would be a disaster, but with the bunch they got, it’s inexplicably charming and hilarious.

You have to be careful not to go overboard because your eyelashes start looking like caterpillars, but the absolute best mascara I have ever bought is a dirt cheap Essence one in a like princessy tube that has something to do with Doll Eyes..I dunno, the label fell off. But that Essence mascara literally gives me like…

You mean, you wouldn’t? I would.

In the vast field of dumb rom coms, it’s in my top ten. Number one is the Decoy Bride. If it’s a movie set in a green rocky place with a good-looking man I can’t resist.

I think it sounds like Lana Del Rey trying to be pop Taylor Swift when she was trying to be Lana Del Rey.

Is that watercolour the official invite?
It’s nice, but in the way that “Aunt Flora said she’d do the invites, so just go with them even if they’re a bit ‘homemade’ nice”, not “White House official nice”

Literally yesterday my mother was exclaiming about why this generation was so emotional, because a younger family member just went on medication for a mental illness. She disapproves. She wants them to just stop being mentally ill, but doesn’t seem to approve of any treatment. How it reflects on the family seems to…

What a beautiful and meaningful photo. Your mother was lovely, thank you for sharing.

And it’s such a ridiculous clarification. Like when you tell someone to stop doing something bad, and they say “I’m not doing THAT! I’m doing THIS!” when they both amount to pretty much the same bad thing. There is no hierarchy of evil. It’s all evil.

It’s really clear what this whole administration is trying to do—they want to be able to justify their developing war, so make Syria and Assad the Big Bad that they can bomb the shit out of. They don’t know shit about history, and Hitler is the Big Bad of All Time, so I bet Spicer thought he had this little speech in…

My parents were part of the “how do we know it’s safe?????” crowd when Gardasil first came out and they started giving it to Ontarian schoolgirls. I missed that by a few years, but could have had it for free if I got it at a doctor’s office as a teenager—I didn’t get my shots until university when I went in and got…

The only advice I can think of is from 70s advice manuals (lol I have one “by” Susan Dey) and moms: a homemade milkshake a day after dinner. And cycling to build up muscles in your legs (though as a dancer you’ve probably got that covered).

This is so fucking enraging.

Even though you get a lot of perks, being in movies in any part of the production seems like a fucking nightmare. The greatest indignity of my working day is finding out the office coffee machine is out of chocolate powder to make a moccachino. I don’t think I could hack having to be up close and personal with random…

Before I die, I need a pic of myself like the last photo in the set. Dreamy, heavily filtered, ethereal, drunk off my ass, perfect lighting.