you have not experienced true fear until a poster falls down in the middle of the night
One time I thought a poster had fallen down in the middle of the night, but when I turned on my light, it actually was an opossum that fell through my ceiling into my room. So, that’s actually true fear.
my family watched the early release screening of Crazy Rich Asians tonight and my 40+ year old first gen Chinese American dad literally lasted 10 minutes before he started crying. After the movie he was talking about how he didn’t think the movie would affect him, now that he’s a grown up with a family, but he hadn’t realized how formative growing up without representation was. Everyone who looked like him as a sidekick, or had to know some martial art to train the white lead. Seeing someone who looked like him being seen as unquestionably handsome, desirable, as a rom-com lead made him realize that for his whole life, he felt invisible.
Representation is so important. It’s so insidious what media does to us— if you’re not represented, or if you’re represented poorly, that seeps into you and affects your self-image without you realizing.
Even “imperfect” representation, things people think “perpetuate Asian stereotypes” or are inaccurate, can make people feel SEEN. Maybe some things weren’t perfect, but I saw so much honesty in it, and I saw so much of my family in it.
Please watch Crazy Rich Asians. Please. It’s so important.
When a handful of Westboro Baptist Church members showed up Saturday at the funeral of Orlando shooting victim Christopher Leinonen, counterprotesters donning large, white angel wings were there to shield mourners. Members of the Orlando Shakespeare Theater put together the wings as a symbolic but also literal screen between the WBC and funeral attendees. An Orlando Police tweet later proved the efforts to stop the WBC worked.
Okay, but I’m actually crying tears of frustration, because the article doesn’t even mention the history behind this act.
There’s a reason this was undertaken by a theatre company. It means they knew The Laramie Project. It means they knew that the idea for the angel wings came from their use to block the WBC at the funeral of Matthew Shepard, a gay college student who was murdered in Wyoming in 1998.
The original “Angel Action” was a counterprotest organized by LGBTQ activist Romaine Patterson, who had been a friend of Shepard’s in high school. This is part of our history. We’ve been shielding our loved ones from hate groups while we bury our dead for decades – and that deserves acknowledgement.
hi i’m tolkien here are my ocs. i call them Elves (not elfs!!! if you call them elfs i will block you) they look like humans but they’re tall, live forever, and have pointy ears. that’s it bye
cs lewis: are you alright with constructive criticism? i dont want to sound mean
tolkien: no go ahead i want to hear it
cs lewis: they fucking suck
tolkien: thats not constructive criticism
cs lewis: here’s my OC, it’s jesus but he’s a lion tolkien: Furry cs lewis: blocked
Tolkien: lamp posts don’t exist in fantasy worlds Cs Lewis: ok you know what fuck you
CS Lewis: I could beta for you if you want. help you trim the fat on your stories
Tolkien: what do you mean
CS Lewis: I just. you describe a lot of trees. are trees that important
Tolkien: just you fucking wait. trees are SO important.
casual reminder that Lewis and Tolkein almost completely ended their friendship over Lewis having Santa make an appearance in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because Tolkein hated it so fucking much.
CS Lewis: bitch
Tolkien: blocked
CS Lewis: wait unblock me i need to tell you something
I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini – those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT.
But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…
