… or autumn if you will.
IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
… or autumn if you will.
IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Thank you for this gem Mindy Kaling:
“It makes sense, then, that in the romantic-comedy world there are many specimens of women who—like Vulcans or Mothra—do not exist in real life. Here are some examples:
When a beautiful actress is cast in a movie, executives rack their brains to find some kind of flaw in the character she plays that will still allow her to be palatable. She can’t be overweight or not perfect-looking, because who would pay to see that? A female who is not one hundred per cent perfect-looking in every way? You might as well film a dead squid decaying on a beach somewhere for two hours.
So they make her a Klutz.
The hundred-per-cent-perfect-looking female is perfect in every way except that she constantly bonks her head on things. She trips and falls and spills soup on her affable date (Josh Lucas. Is that his name? I know it’s two first names. Josh George? Brad Mike? Fred Tom? Yes, it’s Fred Tom). The Klutz clangs into stop signs while riding her bike and knocks over giant displays of fine china in department stores. Despite being five feet nine and weighing a hundred and ten pounds, she is basically like a drunk buffalo who has never been a part of human society. But Fred Tom loves her anyway.
The Ethereal Weirdo
The smart and funny writer Nathan Rabin coined the term Manic Pixie Dream Girl to describe this archetype after seeing Kirsten Dunst in the movie “Elizabethtown.” This girl can’t be pinned down and may or may not show up when you make concrete plans with her. She wears gauzy blouses and braids. She likes to dance in the rain and she weeps uncontrollably if she sees a sign for a missing dog or cat. She might spin a globe, place her finger on a random spot, and decide to move there. The Ethereal Weirdo appears a lot in movies, but nowhere else. If she were from real life, people would think she was a homeless woman and would cross the street to avoid her. But she is essential to the male fantasy that even if a guy is boring he deserves a woman who will find him fascinating and perk up his dreary life by forcing him to go skinny-dipping in a stranger’s pool.
The Woman Who Is Obsessed with Her Career and Is No Fun at All
I regularly work sixteen hours a day. Yet, like most people I know who are similarly busy, I’m a pleasant, pretty normal person. But that’s not how working women are depicted in movies. I’m not always barking orders into my hands-free phone device and yelling, “I have no time for this!” Often, a script calls for this uptight career woman to “relearn” how to seduce a man, and she has to do all sorts of crazy degrading crap, like eat a hot dog in a sexy way or something. And since when does holding a job necessitate that a woman pull her hair back in a severe, tight bun? Do screenwriters think that loose hair makes it hard to concentrate?
The Forty-two-Year-Old Mother of the Thirty-Year-Old Male Lead
If you think about the backstory of a typical mother character in a romantic comedy, you realize this: when “Mom” was an adolescent, the very week she started to menstruate she was impregnated with a baby who would grow up to be the movie’s likable brown-haired leading man. I am fascinated by Mom’s sordid early life. I would rather see this movie than the one I bought a ticket for.
I am so brainwashed by the young-mom phenomenon that when I saw the poster for “The Proposal” I wondered for a second if the proposal in the movie was Ryan Reynolds’ suggesting that he send his mother, Sandra Bullock, to an old-age home.
The Sassy Best Friend
You know that really hilarious and horny best friend who is always asking about your relationship and has nothing really going on in her own life? She always wants to meet you in coffee shops or wants to go to Bloomingdale’s to sample perfumes? She runs a chic dildo store in the West Village? Nope? O.K., that’s this person.
The Skinny Woman Who Is Beautiful and Toned but Also Gluttonous and Disgusting
Again, I am more than willing to suspend my disbelief for good set decoration alone. One pristine kitchen from a Nancy Meyers movie like “It’s Complicated” compensates for five scenes of Diane Keaton being caught half naked in a topiary. But I can’t suspend disbelief enough, for instance, if the gorgeous and skinny heroine is also a ravenous pig when it comes to food. And everyone in the movie—her parents, her friends, her boss—are all complicit in this huge lie. They constantly tell her to stop eating. And this actress, this poor skinny actress who obviously lost weight to play the likable lead character, has to say things like “Shut up, you guys! I love cheesecake! If I want to eat an entire cheesecake, I will!” If you look closely, you can see this woman’s ribs through the dress she’s wearing—that’s how skinny she is, this cheesecake-loving cow.
The Woman Who Works in an Art Gallery
How many freakin’ art galleries are out there? Are people buying visual art on a daily basis? This posh/smart/classy profession is a favorite in movies. It’s in the same realm as kindergarten teacher or children’s-book illustrator in terms of accessibility: guys don’t really get it, but it is likable and nonthreatening.
Art Gallery Woman: “Dust off the Warhol. You know, that Campbell’s Soup one in the crazy color! We have an important buyer coming into town, and this is a really big deal for my career. I have no time for this!”
The Gallery Worker character is the rare female movie archetype that has a male counterpart. Whenever you meet a handsome, charming, successful man in a romantic comedy, the heroine’s friend always says the same thing: “He’s really successful. He’s”—say it with me—“an architect!”
There are, like, nine people in the entire world who are architects, and one of them is my dad. None of them look like Patrick Dempsey.”
Five years ago today (19 August 2009 when we had no idea that all this [below] was yet to come) was the first time I met my husband. We met in the library while writing – or rather not writing! – our Master’s dissertations and so today is our library anniversary. Congratulations to us! I can safely say that these last five years have been the best of my life. That is a whole paw full of years together.
Here’s hoping for many, many more paws!
Not a bad weekend overall. Spent most of Saturday with mutti; we bought a bundt tin. Pretty wet on Sunday so we watched four films! Here are some photos from this weekend and last week:
Have a great weekend!
Breakfast dessert? Yes. That is totally a thing. I thought it was just us who did this. So this is some excellent validation.
Here is the recipe. I cannot wait to try this. Preferably after some egg-y/hash-y goodness. I think some Greek yoghurt or some crème fraîche would go ever so well. I’ll report back after the weekend!
2-3 August: we had a doing weekend. We crossed off a lot of jobs from our list and that was hugely satisfying. Garden and house bits and pieces that we’ve been wanting to do for a while. Massive props to m husbear who fixed our garden path and de-weeded the front and back garden.
Sunday morning we headed out to Branca for brunch with mutti. They both had eggs Benedict but I opted for the full vegetarian: two scrambled organic eggs, tomato, mushrooms, baked beans, hash browns and granary toast. Amazing! The real boon is all the jams you get with the toast.
“Life is too short to hate 1/7th of the week”. True say! Thanks to this article about improving Mondays. Some of the more personally applicable ones here:
This week hasn’t been so bad – it has gone quite quickly to be fair. This was helped by some good food that I’ve cooked this week and a great night out last night in Reading with some friends. Also, we’ve got a few jobs done this week: sorted car insurance, tax disc, MOT, bought new curtains and replaced our knackered hoover with a fancy Dyson. Alas, our car now has a flat tyre so the list goes on but we’re getting there!
No major plans this weekend. Just dinner with mutti this evening and we’ll go from there. I’m looking forward to some lie-ins.
The usual suspects:
Concrete dome homes: Julius Caesar meets the Jetsons.
Avoiding food waste. Some excellent advice!
Please go and listen to this: Beat A Maxx Old Skool RnB Hypermix. Amazing, it is my youth. 65 tracks in that one song. Also, if you enjoyed that then check out Girl Talk’s Feed The Animals. Also, a-mazing.
So, I’m not going to lie, it’s a mission but please PLEASE read this book. It is <shouty voice> SO WELL WRITTEN.
Looking forward to getting my hands on this top. Bargain!
I know my husbear would love these bad boys.
I want all these burgers!
Finally, some rockin’ street style.