Am I the only one whose internet addiction started with my parents not letting me fucking go anywhere
This but I also had no friends so I wouldn’t have anywhere to go if I was allowed
this is a thing! danah boydis a researcher who has been studying social media for over a decade and in her 2014 book it’s complicated she argues that teenage social media “addiction” (which she also contends is like…..not actually a thing) is a result of the fact that “today’s teenagers have less freedom to wander than any previous generation” because “parents argue that these restrictions are necessary in an increasingly dangerous society, even though the data suggest that contemporary youth face fewer dangers than they did twenty years ago.”
as a result, teenagers are reclaiming these lost social spaces (which their parents and grandparents had in the form of mall hangouts, drive-in theaters, after school parking lots, etc) by using social media, where they can continue to “engage in crucial aspects of maturation: self-presentation, managing social relationships, and developing an understanding of the world around them,” aka stuff that teens are Supposed to be doing
My bbygirl Emily @queen-of-the-wild-things got this gorgeous antique partial human skeleton at a flea market for only $30 bucks!! All she was told is that it’s from a university, beyond that we have concluded it’s a female and she was probably pretty young based on her petite size and non-pronounced brow line, and unfused cranial sutures. If anyone has any further info/conclusions based on these pics PLEASE share it with us bc we want to learn as much about her as we can! You can tell from the green moss stains and the rusty metal bits used for articulation that this cutie clearly has some interesting history!
@shiftythrifting i’m sorry but i feel like a partial human skeleton is the DEFINITION of shifty thrifting
men reviewing a male filmmaker’s movie: if you can’t understand the poeticism of this movie’s slow pacing, then maybe you are not ready to understand cinema!
men reviewing a female filmmaker’s movie: not a lot happened. 0/10 wack
Men reviewing men: “A deeply moving, personal journey.”
Men reviewing women: “Too personal.”
Listen up y’all. I’m a young, lesbian woman midway through a masters of fine art in Screenwriting as I prepare for a career in film and television. And this is the fucking truth.
About a month ago I met with a (young straight white male) professor about a script I was working on. The protagonist is an LGBT female struggling with a depression severe enough to have ended her last relationship. She is medicated for her depression and the medication itself plays a role in the script. This isn’t the plot of the film, just an aspect of the protagonist’s character.
The entire duration of the meeting with this professor was marked by his extreme disinterest in my script. Which, fine- you can’t please everyone, and honestly there were some major problems with the script that I’ll have to tackle during the rewrite. But the real highlight of the meeting was when, after being asked what he felt the biggest issue with my protagonist was, my professor responded: “Well nobody’s that sad. It’s just unrealistic.”
Three other scripts in my class feature protagonists struggling severely with depression. Two of those three are written by men. When I checked in with them afterwards, I was told by the other female writer that she’d received a similar comment from our professor. Both male writers, however, had been praised for their “sensitive and thoroughly human characters.”
Of the faculty in my program, only two professors (of close to 20) are female. The majority of the program is taught, run and managed by white, straight, cis males.
My point is this;; it’s not just Hollywood. As far down the career step totem pole in Screenwriting as formal education, men genuinely don’t believe that women are allowed to be emotive, expressive beings. If you say too little, you’re a bitch- if you say too much, you’re melodramatic and pathetic to boot.
Men don’t want women, men want female bodies on camera, and that is the single biggest crock of horse shit in this entire garbage industry.
The thing I love most about the Venom movie is that there are only two ways they can start a sequel: either domestic bliss or dysfunctional roommates.
Human hand can’t reach the alarm? Venom got it, smash that alarm to bits. Too sleepy to find slippers? Cheeky little tentacle got you covered boo. Don’t forget to brush your symbiote’s teeth after you’re done brushing your own, and toss little bits of raw meat over your shoulder while cooking for your goo boyfriend to catch in their mouth.
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This is the third time this month Eddie has woken up on some random rooftop in his boxers because Venom got bored and took his body for a joyride. Parasite trying to steal your bacon? Swat that bitch away like a naughty pet. Get your own hand slapped away every time you try to reach for a beer. Eddie said no to McDonald’s so Venom just straight up ate a cat.
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