Last night I dreamt that Channing Tatum nervously presented me with a dress he’d knitted for me. He clenched his (big, work-roughened) hands in anxious fists while I unfolded it.
“You don’t have to wear it,” he said, before I could say anything.
The dress was perfect. It was beautiful. It could turn into a skirt.
“You like it?” Channing Tatum said, smiling crookedly.
I pull up at this nice ass house, I’m walking to the door as the woman pulls in her driveway so the pizza is definitely not late.
I’m all smiley and courteous and shit, she tipped me $1 on a $51 bill.
The next house I have is in a lower class neighborhood, she tips me $4.00 on a $14 bill.
rich people don’t value yr labor at all
This has ALWAYS been my experience in food service. Rich people tip like shit because they feel your job isn’t a ‘real’ job. They’re used to being serviced so they don’t appreciate hard labor. It’s so gross.
And poorer people always tip nice because…well the opposite reason.
Do not let adults steal this generation from you. Relish in selfies. Snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch Vines. Shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or Hammer Pants or whatever else. Do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now.
my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me
i told my dad about this text post and he got so excited he teared up and then he said he felt like he just adopted forty thousand new children to share his wisdom with and he hopes all of you meet kind, sweet people he would be proud of
IT MAKES ME SO MAD WHEN I SEE OR HEAR LANGUAGES THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND. I WANT TO SPEAK EVERY LANGUAGE FLUENTLY. I WANT TO TALK WITH EVERYONE I MEET IN THEIR NATIVE LANGUAGE. LANGUAGES ARE BEAUTIFUL. THEY ARE ALL DIFFERENT AND THEN THEY HAVE A TON OF DIALECTS.
I totally thought Furiosa was going to shoot Cheedo.
I did too, and I think it’s absolutely deliberate. We see Furiosa take aim in the shot above, and then we see this:
Furiosa’s crosshairs moving across Cheedo’s back. She moves over the women to aim at something beyond them - two war boys on a motorcycle. That’s the first time we see those two war boys, so in the image above, it absolutely look as if she’s aiming to shoot Cheedo in the back.
So why? For me, this goes back to something Charlize Theron said: that at the start of the film, Furiosa isn’t rescuing the wives, she’s stealing them. That if killing them would have hurt Joe more, she’d have done it. And that’s what this moment looks like: that she’d rather kill Cheedo than give her back.
It’s not what’s happening: I think Furiosa’s attitude has already changed, given her reaction to Angharad’s death. But I love that the film makes you wonder.
And I love this whole scene. Cheedo’s reaction is completely understandable: okay, Joe is horrible, but at least in captivity nobody was trying to blow her up every two minutes. It references the way abuse victims often return to their abusers, driven by fear and other complex motives. The timing within the film is brilliant. In her conversation with Capable and the Dag, it’s clear that Cheedo’s attempt to go back is a reaction to Angharad’s death, a mix of fear and grief. And of course it sets up the way Cheedo tricks Rictus.
Then there are the reactions of the onlookers. Furiosa’s response is ambiguous, taking action while not involving herself in the emotional fallout. And Max just… watches. He looks sympathetic, but he doesn’t comment or get involved, because it’s none of his business. This isn’t a movie that expects women to listen to the white dude’s opinions on their choices; Max is an action hero who knows how to stay in his lane.
