I think my major is to blame for my tendency to overanalyze EVERYTHING.
Uggh, I decided to make a sandwich earlier, but when I looked in the fridge to see what kind of lunch meats were kicking around I had to lean in further than normal because I wasn't wearing my glasses. When I stood back up I did so as normal, not realizing my nearsightedness would require an alteration to such a stock movement, and, well, that's a fancy way off saying I bumped my head on the fridge and it hurts like a bitch. =/
Today I went to see Julie & Julia, which, I know, sounds weird to me too. I'd've rather gone to see Harry Potter or G.I. Joe, but I was hanging out with my middle school friends again and they don't seem to have the same passion for things blowing up that I do. All in all it wasn't too bad, but I can't help but think it would've been better if it was just 'Julia', no Julie involved. Let's break it down.
Meryl Streep made a pretty fantastic Julia Child, and I totally enjoyed those scenes. She was fearless, unapologetic, entertaining, and utterly hilarious, taking crap from no one and doing what she wanted with no regard to social norms or expectations.
Julie, by contrast, enters the scene as a corporate peon, bossed around and bitched at by her predominantly male superiors and clients, apparently never feeling the need to stand up for herself, getting weepy and sentimental over anonymous sob stories. From there she meets with a gaggle of bitchy, vapid "friends" (who appear in only one scene, never to be seen again), more concerned with their own careers than Julie's brand of lukewarm womanly helplessness, presumably painted as the closest thing the film has to villains for that very reason. Julie's solace? Going home at the end of the day to her darling husband (for whom she moved to another borough to be closer to his office, despite her also working full time and expressing doubts and uncertainties about the move the entire time) and cooking. Feeling lost, overwhelmed, and despondent, she saves herself by blogging her way through a cookbook, but requires her husband's rescue the entire time - after all, a mere woman can't handle something as menacing as lobsters by herself! All the time, dear Julie is beset by panic attacks and breakdowns, constantly requiring the validation and approval of her readers and her husband while seeking the very same from her never-seen mother (who, heard over the phone, seems to have a Southern accent of some sort, though Julie has not even the slightest hint of one herself), "crying like a mentally disturbed child" (her words) when things go even mildly wrong.
IDK, sometimes I wonder if I search everything for anti-feminist sentiments with great prejudice in order to justify my affinity for media with predominantly male casts. =/
Anyway if anyone knows where I could find a nice string of white pearls, Julia Child totally makes me want to be fearless in pearls. (Kind of like how Esumi Sousuke makes me want to be unstoppable in checker print. I know, that's so weird.)
On an unrelated topic, the aforementioned friends mentioned that one of them has started a blog of her own, and inquired if I happened to have one. I admitted to it. They asked to see it. I declined, as I cuss a lot, talk about anime all the time, and would die of shame if they were to see my fanfiction. They asked why. I referred to it as "occasionally adult in nature". (One asked if this means I'm writing an epic-length harlequin romance. Um.) They still want to read some of it. So basically, if I was to pick one or two of my fanfics to print off so they could read it and satisfy their curiosity, which should I choose? Any suggestions, using any selection criteria or rationality, would be greatly appreciated.
Today I went to see Julie & Julia, which, I know, sounds weird to me too. I'd've rather gone to see Harry Potter or G.I. Joe, but I was hanging out with my middle school friends again and they don't seem to have the same passion for things blowing up that I do. All in all it wasn't too bad, but I can't help but think it would've been better if it was just 'Julia', no Julie involved. Let's break it down.
Meryl Streep made a pretty fantastic Julia Child, and I totally enjoyed those scenes. She was fearless, unapologetic, entertaining, and utterly hilarious, taking crap from no one and doing what she wanted with no regard to social norms or expectations.
Julie, by contrast, enters the scene as a corporate peon, bossed around and bitched at by her predominantly male superiors and clients, apparently never feeling the need to stand up for herself, getting weepy and sentimental over anonymous sob stories. From there she meets with a gaggle of bitchy, vapid "friends" (who appear in only one scene, never to be seen again), more concerned with their own careers than Julie's brand of lukewarm womanly helplessness, presumably painted as the closest thing the film has to villains for that very reason. Julie's solace? Going home at the end of the day to her darling husband (for whom she moved to another borough to be closer to his office, despite her also working full time and expressing doubts and uncertainties about the move the entire time) and cooking. Feeling lost, overwhelmed, and despondent, she saves herself by blogging her way through a cookbook, but requires her husband's rescue the entire time - after all, a mere woman can't handle something as menacing as lobsters by herself! All the time, dear Julie is beset by panic attacks and breakdowns, constantly requiring the validation and approval of her readers and her husband while seeking the very same from her never-seen mother (who, heard over the phone, seems to have a Southern accent of some sort, though Julie has not even the slightest hint of one herself), "crying like a mentally disturbed child" (her words) when things go even mildly wrong.
IDK, sometimes I wonder if I search everything for anti-feminist sentiments with great prejudice in order to justify my affinity for media with predominantly male casts. =/
Anyway if anyone knows where I could find a nice string of white pearls, Julia Child totally makes me want to be fearless in pearls. (Kind of like how Esumi Sousuke makes me want to be unstoppable in checker print. I know, that's so weird.)
On an unrelated topic, the aforementioned friends mentioned that one of them has started a blog of her own, and inquired if I happened to have one. I admitted to it. They asked to see it. I declined, as I cuss a lot, talk about anime all the time, and would die of shame if they were to see my fanfiction. They asked why. I referred to it as "occasionally adult in nature". (One asked if this means I'm writing an epic-length harlequin romance. Um.) They still want to read some of it. So basically, if I was to pick one or two of my fanfics to print off so they could read it and satisfy their curiosity, which should I choose? Any suggestions, using any selection criteria or rationality, would be greatly appreciated.