Oh yeah. I can do this.
How is everyone else out there? Good? Bad? Anything new?
Again, you can always get me on plurk at psychopomphic.
So! Since all the cool kids are doing it...
People everywhere! If you want a gift from me, you can respond right here. I'm up for sending small things, like cards, socks, anything that fits in those tiny little boxes at the UPS store. Or you can ask for something here! Like fic, or FSTs. Basically those two because I cannot for the life of me do anything that requires pretty art skills. I'm willing to do the following:
1. Fic (RP related, fandom related, anything under the sun)
3. A card (You need to give me your address though!)
4. Socks! Everyone could use socks.
5. Small things I find in random places that I think you might like.
6. CD mixes (Not FSTs, just music I think you might like! 20 songs in each is the deal, usually)
7. I can do Tarot readings! Among other supernatural type things that are fun.
8. Yeah I have nothing for the 8th one.
Just fill out this form that I stole from a friend and let the fun holiday time stuff begin!
If you feel more comfortable with sending me your address via PM or AIM or Plurk or Email, just let me know!
Maybe twice a week.
Maybe once a week.
Catch me on Plurk guys: psychopomphic
I have to really brush up on my icons!
[age] 20 (12/20/1989)
[previous characters] N/A
( Application for Vincent Nightray for Guys and DollsCollapse )
I'm tired of looking at black.
...Man, need to do some update on icons!
This post actually has nothing to do with my characters, or with RP in general. It really doesn't, so unless you were waiting to hear me rant and rave about something that happened in a game that I am in, then you should stop reading now and go on to the next post in your friends list.
Unfortunately, today I paid 11 dollars for a movie ticket to a movie that frankly, I did not want to see at all, but then, I did owe the girl a movie for bailing on her when she wanted to go see....something or other that I had promised and then faked a reason to not go with her. Nothing really against her really. She's a lovely person when you are one on one talking to her. And this post is, yet again, not about her either.
Instead, this is about the movie we when to go see. Sex and the City 2. If you plan on going out to see it and haven't yet, then again. Bypass this post and move on to the next one. Because while my feelings are still not quite clear to me at this time, nor why I feel this way, all I can say is that I am positively disgusted by this movie.
Yes, it had its good parts. The girls singing "I Am Woman" was funny and yet awesome at the same time. The wedding in the beginning was gaudy and overdone and exactly what you would expect from the people who made up the series this movie is from; which is to say, I loved the beginning and Liza Minelli should never have aged past her Cabaret due date. Abu Dhabi, or however you spell it, because really, I don't feel like looking it up, was as middle eastern as they come, or so I guess, seeing as I've never been there.
But the decadence, and really, there was not so much exotic as there was decadence. They were exotic in Mexico more than exotic here. But oh, the butlers, the car service, the....suite, room, whatever they were staying at. We live in a country that is going through a difficult economic time period, and to have them say that this suite they are staying a week in is 22,000 dollars a night? American dollars, by the way. To watch as they sip champagne and drink and behave like cougars who haven't had a decent fuck in years?
Why did I need to pay 11 dollars to see this when I could have gone to any bar in any place and watched women as old as my mother do the same thing? Why does the camera need to focus on the fact that almost every man in the movie gets a boner that is clearly seen in their pants? Sure. If I decided I needed a good dose of straight or gay porn, bring it on. But the vulgarity, as well as Samantha (and we all know what she is like if you've watched the series. And to you that hasn't, reader, she likes to fuck a lot. That's really about it.), well. She has always been hilariously funny with it, but this time? Too much. Way too much. A line was crossed when she waves condoms around a group of middle eastern men on their way to prayer, as well as humping the air to show that she has sex.
Yes. The middle east has its issues, I am clearly aware of that, as my Israeli emails constantly remind me. Perhaps this is because I am, an American, but really, religion wasn't even the issue. The women who wear fashion under their burkas? Priceless. Ingenious. They probably do it anyway. A burka, to me, is not so much an offense. I dislike the idea, of course. I dislike the idea that women need to be silent and serve men. But to needlessly show time and time again how much the women in the movie dislike the idea of it? Well. I don't go up to your priest and make a V with my fingers and stick my tongue through it. I would expect the same courtesy to anyone else who practices a religion, no matter what it is.
But really, the movie was about women. It was catered to women, it was about women, it was to help women. It was to show the impracticality of the middle eastern traditions, something that is a huge topic right now. But the decadence of the place they were in, combined with how they were shocked at first that the men catered to them in a hotel, where you would expect to be catered to (its a hotel people. I want to ring up room service in the morning, I will damn well do it), but then when they're not, they become shocked and angry? Dear lord, it made me sick to my stomach. The amount of food wasted, the furnishings barely used. Please, don't keep showing me the fashion and the beauty of a place meant to be beautiful because it was designed that way. The one scene we really see of the desert is Charlotte falling off of a camel, and a hot guy in a jeep flying over sand dunes. It felt very..."Assassin's Creed" like Specific set places, but nothing more.
But oh. The ending. The romantic and touching ending, where after whining the entire movie about marriage and tradition and who the fuck cares about all that, in the end, we have Big and Carrie (yes, I know their names, get over it) sitting down while he puts a big ass diamond on her finger and then forces her to repeat the vows that he wanted her to repeat. Glorious. Beautiful. We all cried because being a mother is just SO TOUGH without help around, and thank god the hot nanny is a lesbian, and man, marriage can be tough when neither wants kids, and oh! Being a woman means you can do anything you want because you are just awesome for being a woman.
Thank you. I knew that. Now give me my 11 dollars back, and we'll just call that dealing with everyday life except with less money to spare on designer shoes, dresses, and hats that should never have been made in the first place.
Next time I owe someone a movie, I'm laying down some ground rules first. And no, I WILL NOT put this behind a cut so that it doesn't fill your friends pages. Why? Because I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR!
Just in case I...do something I didn't think I'd do?