Thursday, October 30, 2014

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Me want

(Via Rainbow Rowell)

But the 'details' are pretty filthy, I'll tell you that much.

Daniel Radcliffe's charm assault on my heart continues with... rapping. I mean... there's nothing not to like here, is there? Could he be more likeable at this point? In my dream future he and I somehow become best friends and he introduces me to Alan "Professor Snape" Rickman and his Kill Your Darlings co-star (and friend) Dane deHaan and then.... well, I'll spare you the details but THINGS HAPPEN.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

I want to be alone

I don’t want to make it sound like I’m walking around the street getting catcalled all the time and, oh God, it's just such a pain being so beautiful and desirable because… no.

But like most young(ish) and nice(ish) looking women I have been on the receiving end of unsought attention from random dudes on the street plenty of times.

Sometimes it’s not bad, even ego-boosting, if it’s done in a polite and respectful way and I’m in a good mood. Sometimes it’s gross and offensive and scary. Sometimes it’s done in a polite and respectful way but it feels like The Worst because I’m in a funk or it’s the third time today or I’m just not in the mood to do the little dance so many of us women do, where we smile politely and brush it off without offending anyone too much. Sometimes I smile politely because the guy seems nice and/or harmless and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. Sometimes I smile politely because I’m scared if I don’t he might get angry and hurt me. Hey, my smile says, Please Don’t Murder or Rape Me.

Anyone who thinks I’m being a bit histrionic should check out this video, where a cute New York woman filmed herself walking around the city for a day (in jeans and a tshirt) and got 108 shout-outs from dudes on the street. One hundred and freaking eight. Can you imagine how TIRING it is to face that kind of constant barrage? Can you imagine how FURIOUS she would have felt after 10 hours? Can you imagine how much she would have wanted to just curl up in a dark room somewhere and Not Be Looked At for a few hours?

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A reunion

Oh, Alannah, welcome back I HAVE MISSED YOU.

I want my father back, you sonofabitch

I thought this article about time, ageing and The Princess Bride, otherwise known as the Greatest Movie of Our Time, would depress me. It did not. I really love Christopher Guest's bit about the glove because, well: wouldn't you?

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Things I can't unthink and wish I could #14

You Always Hurt the One You Love does kind of sound like it might be endorsing domestic violence. Thanks for that one, Andy.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

This will not be our year.

There comes a time in every girl's life where she realises that, all going to plan, she'll never fall in love again. You can get super depressed about this super depressing idea if you like. Or you can just listen to this song, maybe have a teensy weep.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Best/worst lines from the new TV series, The Flash

The Best
"The coma... gave me abs?"

The Worst
"We were all struck by that lighting."

There's enough goofiness, sufficient laughs and good-looking people being good-looking on screen for me to say that I'm cautiously onboard.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


(Via Rainbow Rowell)



Also the bit about jellied breast milk is... yeah, it's something.

There are many elements of this Annabel Crabb/Leigh Sales interview to enjoy. Whether you have an interest in politics or women's issues or anything really it's just delightful. It also feels like a rare treat to read an interview like this involving two smart and funny women who obviously just like each other and seem to be having a grand old time. As much fun as the entire thing was to read I think only this bit made me really laugh out loud in delight because, well: ew.
"For the book, I collected war stories. The best one is this woman I talked to who managed to hold up her end of an international teleconference work call at 5.30am while the family guinea pig was giving birth next door. Screams of delight turned to horror when the daddy guinea pig started eating the baby guinea pigs. She dealt with all this while still holding up her end of this call. That’s hardcore. I do think there are a lot of women who do this juggle, have stories like this. I find it a kind of exhilarating part of life. It’s kind of hilarious and a bit madcap. You cry probably more of the time than you should. But it also feels like life, and I think it’s sad that a lot of blokes get curtained off from that kind of experience."
You can and you should read the whole thing here.

N.B: In a superficial takeaway I think I want to look like Annabel Crabb when I grow up. For realsies.