I know it sounds like he’s trying to steal some thunder, but the guy is consistently open about his struggles with body image. It’s rare for a Hollywood dude to speak frankly about the pressure from studios and directors to starve or bulk up in minimal time before shooting. Starving before a role to define whatever…

I’ve read stuff about Sam Claflin before—dude’s quite open about his struggles with body image and I really feel for him. It’s tough—a lot of the British/Australians (hell, even Americans) don’t really break into Hollywood proper until they bulk up massively (see all the Chris’s in Hollywood from Christian Bale…

I can’t remember what age they stop doing this, but babies instinctively hold their breath and reflexively paddle when submerged, so they won’t drown immediately—obviously, they need air at one point, but it’s why you see “swimming” babies at Baby Swim classes. They can’t really “swim”, and they’re not strong enough…

Boy do I know the feeling!
Yeah, shed the ones who aren’t related to you, ignore the ones you can’t ditch. And escape when you can!

When food is around and I’m hungry I just tend to let go of inhibitions and start feasting. And then be like “this was not a good look for me” post-feast. That cake was calling you; they should have labelled it.

Also, don’t hang around assholes who remind you of your stupid mistakes (or not even mistakes, but just embarrassing moments) well past those 7 seconds. I wasted a lot of time hanging around mean people who just wanted an ego boost by “reminiscing” about those around them.

That interview is the first thing Brad’s done that I’ve liked. I can’t get over the photos. It’s all completely ridiculous, but literally the first time I can stand Brad Pitt.

Holy shit I didn’t realize the handshake was THAT bad—I hadn’t every seen video of it. It’s completely ridiculous.

I once flunked the spelling bee portion of some stupid footrace spectacularly in front of a big group of asshole peers because the camp counsellor reading the word had a very strong New Zealand accent and said the word “bizarre” like “bazaar”.

Honestly, I was really good at some shit from a young age, and in high pressure situations when I suddenly failed spectacularly, it cemented in my mind that I could not trust my own talents—that they may leave me at any time.
Really, you can’t be perfect at everything all the time, but as a young kid I didn’t get the…

I grew up near St. Catharines and even as a teenager in the early 2000s my mom was warning me to be aware of my surroundings and not trust anyone on the street, man or woman, specifically because of what happened to Leslie Mahaffy and Kristen French—I knew their names from an early age. My mom has always maintained…

I was just talking with my mom about something similar—what kind of mindframe little children will be growing up with in this Age of Trump. I want it to be similar to the North American boomers’ experience of the endless dread of the Cold War—if only so that they don’t experience the terror of the follow-through (I…

You know what, I amend my statement. I’m trying to think of a millennial dude I’ve worked with who I didn’t want to push the photocopier on top of and I’m coming up blank.

I get what you’re saying and thank you for saying it.

My mom has definitely busted her ass to make ends meet, but there is a difference in mindset—she feels having to work this hard is a personal failing, while my grandparents feel having to work this hard is just how it is.

I hate that I do this, but sometimes my project just will not get done in time if I don’t do this. It’s for myself more than any brownie points—I need that extra hour a day or my projects are screwed and I hate being rushed at the last minute because all those lunch hours added up to 5 less hours a week to finish…

One week away from my work emails would be heaven no matter where I was.

As a young millennial, I also feel that a lot more of the entitled/lazy accusations are lobbed at women—it’s always a vocal-frying Instagram-ing girl in Mom Jeans drawling about her blog in the “paint me a picture” intro paragraph of the angry op-eds about Shithead Youth by boomers.

For the first time I actually have 2 weeks paid vacation as a salaried employee—I’m no longer the hourly wage drone or the contract worker I was for years while finishing my undergrad and masters. It feels amaaaazzzinngggg. I have something to look forward to! The endless toil ceases for two weeks a year!

After a while, self-portraiture is kinda fun because you get to understand your angles and how you look and can get some cool shots to show the grandkids in 50 years. It’s fun—you’re composing an image, it’s a creative process. And you can control a lot more variables so you might actually like how you look in the…