Struggle train this morning
Struggle train this morning
(pitched to different “gender”)
Sorry for low-tier quality, I just really wanted to hear what this would sound like.
t-minus like a month until Boston Calling DLKAJFDASAKLDJFALKFDAS
FUCKING WATCH THIS
You really should watch this like rn
WATCH WATCH WATCH
Every time they said, “Accept the light of Christ”, some part of my brain went “For the night is dark and full of terrors.” Oops.
On my commute in this morning, some woman and her adult daughter tried to squeeze into my bench, which already had another person on the end. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A SUBWAY MA’AM? These benches don’t really fit three people that well so WHAT ARE YOU DOING TRYING TO FIT A FOURTH?
This is almost as irritating as people who lean on the poles. Almost.
you-wish-you-had-this-url asked: I've been seeing a lot of people talk about Gus sounding really pretentious in the movie, do you think he sounds pretentious?
I mean, that scene is word-for-word from the book, so don’t blame the movie! :) Yes, Gus is super pretentious at the start of the story. it’s a character flaw.
Gus wants to have a big and important and remembered life, and so he acts like he imagines people who have such lives act. So he’s, like, says-soliloquy-when-he-means-monologue pretentious, which is the most pretentious variety of pretension in all the world.
And then his performative, over-the-top, hyper-self-aware pretentiousness must fall away for him to really connect to Hazel, just as her fear of being a grenade must fall away. That’s what the novel is about. That is its plot.
Gus must make the opposite of the traditional heroic journey—he must start out strong and end up weak in order to reimagine what constitutes a rich and well-lived life.
Basically, a 20-second clip from the first five minutes of a movie is not the movie.
(Standard acknowledgement here that I might be wrong, that I am inevitably defensive of TFIOS, that it has many flaws, that there’s nothing wrong with critical discussion, and that a strong case could be made that I should not insert myself into these conversations at all.)
When she saw Narcissus roam alone in the woods
she was excited at once and secretly trailed,
and the closer she followed the hotter she grew,
as when sulfur is daubed at the top
of a torch and snatches the dancing flames.
Jane Alison, author of Change Me: Stories of Sexual Transformation from Ovid discusses what sex, relationships, and love were like for teenagers in ancient Rome.
Image: Echo and Narcissus, John William Waterhouse. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.
“[Shostakovich] gave me the score of his first Cello Concerto, and in four days I memorized it and played it for him while he accompanied me on piano. We were so happy, we drank a little vodka together. We then played it again, not so perfectly, and drank more vodka. The third time I think I played the Saint-Saens Concerto while he accompanied his own concerto. We were very happy.”