As someone who has spent a good amount of time onstage, the good news here is that the actors almost certainly had no idea what was going on. One, the lights blind you to almost everything. You really cannot see anything. And two, you’re trained not to look or pay attention. If there were a man openly exposing himself…
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THIS. I was an active participant in the Tumblr Hiddleston fandom at the height of it (see around 2014-2015) but the entitlement and infighting I saw was just unfathomable. I remember there being a story about people following him to the tube in London and he actually had to tell them to back the fuck up. The man…
I mean, I find Tom Hiddleston sexy (I write Loki fanfiction that occasionally veers into sex, for crying out loud), and there’s no guarantee I wouldn’t go back to my AirBNB and indulge, but like... time and place? It’s unfortunate that people were robbed of a once-in-a-lifetime (and expensive) experience because…
There’s disturbing undercurrents of entitlement and boundary crossing in fangirl culture, and a play is one of the places where the performers are physically accessible.
This Sunday Services crap smacks of “The Family” (interesting doc on Netflix if you haven’t seen it) type BS where like minded and highly rich people get together to feel good about themselves and tell each other how they were ‘picked’ by the Big G to be better than the plebs - (seriously, this is how The Family…
the fuck does he know? he tried to hide his sexuality with a houseplant.
Huh. Weird advice, Harv. You’d think excess facial hair would be a negative for someone like Delevingne. Crazy, right? Ah well, hopefully Harvey goes to jail.
“Is it really true that men who pay sex workers think they literally own you and you have to do whatever they say?”
yeah, I remember reading The Good Earth and wondering why the main female character was looked down on because she had big feet (and then reading up on foot binding).
This is something I will never ever understand: The wearing and walking around in high heels.
The first thing I did when I retired from sex work was chuck every single pair of stilettos I owned into the goodwill box, because fuck high heels, fuck walking in them, fuck standing in them, fuck ball kicking in them, fuck them for ever.
And while studies have found that topical application of cannabidiol (CBD) gel does reduce joint swelling and spontaneous pain,
It’s a fun film marathon. Interesting how similar Dietrich and Bergner’s performances are (neither was copying the other; they were filmed the same year but in Hollywood and London, respectively, and each under auteur directors - accounting for the visually dramatic differences in the production design). Dietrich…
Agree with you 100% on that one. But, as I mentioned elsewhere in this shit show of a comment section, the point of “Bring a bible to school day” isn’t to quietly read it on their own time. I have zero issue with that. The point of “bring a bible to school day” is to proselytize, which I have a huge issue with.
But...by the end of her reign she no longer was having an affair with Potemkin. He was very wily and kept himself close to her side by steering beautiful young (adult) men her way, knowing she rewarded them with manors and serfs (and taking a cut from said grateful young men.) He knew she’d tire of him sexually so he…
For those film fans who are interested, two great Catherines - both worth seeing; both very high style - were Marlene Dietrich in The Scarlet Empress and Elisabeth Bergner in The Rise of Catherine the Great (both 1934).
When thinking about who would star in a Catherine the Great biopic, Helen Mirren always seemed like the inevitable choice.
Jamie Spears is her dad. Jamie-Lynn Spears is her sister.
“Convicted sex offender” puts it mildly. Kenneth Perry abducted and forcibly raped his victim at knifepoint, the kind of rape that even most rape apologists can recognize as a crime. He’s also killed a man, was charged with second degree murder, and served time for manslaughter after pleading down.