Satisfied?
Totally satisfied.
Went to see Salt last night. You should also see it, ASAP. Angelina Jolie is in top form. Talented and sexy, as always, she kicked major fucking ass in this movie.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?
You better fucking believe it!
I love that this notion is being celebrated by so many kick-ass women in the industry right now. Think women are merely pieces of furniture who sit on the sidelines and let the men around them make decisions for them? Think again. We've got The Bride Who Wore Black, out for revenge against the men who have wronged her. We've got The Black Mamba destroying everyone in the way of getting to her daughter. We've got Mary-Ann and Wanda working out a plan, 'cause Earl has to die. We've got Honey B breaking Gaga out of jail, and together shattering societal perceptions, perpetuated by mainstream media, of what women are and are not capable of. We've got Evelyn Salt toting whip-like intelligence and phallic symbols galore, wearing a gut-wrenching, fierce expression of you should not have done that; now you get to die.
This movie hit home for me in a very profound way. Mere hours before I saw it, I sat with one of my best friends for quite some time, listening to her describe the relationship she's trapped in, the relationship she wants to get out of but is terrified to try. I listened, relieved that she's no longer in denial, and my heart ached.
And you know what? I wanted, in the moment, to do some serious damage to the man who has manipulated her into believing that she has no power in their relationship. I cannot pretend; I want to fucking kill the asshole for exerting his control over my best friend, for emotionally abusing her with shouted insults and disparaging comments only to pull a 360 and apologize profusely with bullshit proclamations of love, time and time again. I want to pull an Evelyn Salt on his ass, just to get him out of her life for good. I want my healthy, beautiful, whole best friend back, and right now that piece of shit excuse of a man has control of her.
But the truth is that she can do it herself. She is a strong, capable woman with power in every sense of the word, and she has to be the one to remove this parasite from her life. And she will. I have no doubt about that.
Because we women are powerful: physically, mentally, emotionally. We bounce back. We take control of our own lives. If you want proof that strong women exist everywhere, all you gotta do is look around. The evidence is overwhelming.
Went to see Salt last night. You should also see it, ASAP. Angelina Jolie is in top form. Talented and sexy, as always, she kicked major fucking ass in this movie.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?
You better fucking believe it!
I love that this notion is being celebrated by so many kick-ass women in the industry right now. Think women are merely pieces of furniture who sit on the sidelines and let the men around them make decisions for them? Think again. We've got The Bride Who Wore Black, out for revenge against the men who have wronged her. We've got The Black Mamba destroying everyone in the way of getting to her daughter. We've got Mary-Ann and Wanda working out a plan, 'cause Earl has to die. We've got Honey B breaking Gaga out of jail, and together shattering societal perceptions, perpetuated by mainstream media, of what women are and are not capable of. We've got Evelyn Salt toting whip-like intelligence and phallic symbols galore, wearing a gut-wrenching, fierce expression of you should not have done that; now you get to die.
This movie hit home for me in a very profound way. Mere hours before I saw it, I sat with one of my best friends for quite some time, listening to her describe the relationship she's trapped in, the relationship she wants to get out of but is terrified to try. I listened, relieved that she's no longer in denial, and my heart ached.
And you know what? I wanted, in the moment, to do some serious damage to the man who has manipulated her into believing that she has no power in their relationship. I cannot pretend; I want to fucking kill the asshole for exerting his control over my best friend, for emotionally abusing her with shouted insults and disparaging comments only to pull a 360 and apologize profusely with bullshit proclamations of love, time and time again. I want to pull an Evelyn Salt on his ass, just to get him out of her life for good. I want my healthy, beautiful, whole best friend back, and right now that piece of shit excuse of a man has control of her.
But the truth is that she can do it herself. She is a strong, capable woman with power in every sense of the word, and she has to be the one to remove this parasite from her life. And she will. I have no doubt about that.
Because we women are powerful: physically, mentally, emotionally. We bounce back. We take control of our own lives. If you want proof that strong women exist everywhere, all you gotta do is look around. The evidence is overwhelming.