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May 15
I just figured it out, after seeing Titanic for the millionth time. It’s soooo feminist. Which is really bizarre because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been struck by James Cameron’s sensitivity towards…well, anything (ie, forehead-slappingly racist parts of Avatar)
It’s the most expensive film ever made, won 11 academy awards, was the highest grossing film of all time for 12 years (til Avatar) and has a massive cult following - and it has a female protagonist. That shit is basically unheard of.
What’s more, not only is Rose the star: Jack is her manic pixie dream boy. He’s the lovable ragamuffin who only exists to liberate her from her rigid existence. She broods, he appears, she comes alive via his wild spontaneity and hot hot sex, and then, of course, he dies. Because manic pixie dream characters (of whatever gender identity) cannot grow up. They have to freeze to death in the icy black of the Atlantic, because if you tried to make the magic last even a moment longer, you would snuff it out. It’s star-crossed, therefore it’s doomed. Your MPD character of choice must stick around just long enough to fuck you, play around inside your brain just enough to give you a sexy kick in the pants to get you on your way to self-actualization, then disappear suddenly, cause it’s part of their obligation to a whimsical universe.
Our fucked up relationship with gender in this culture means that it’s normally a female-identifying person running around wearing silly hats and flying kites at midday and exposing the mediocrity and tedium of the male-identifying person’s life, but in this one the role is assigned to the dude.
Obviously this is all compounded by other fucked up gender standards - maybe if roles were reversed and Jack was the upper class gentleman (even this flip can’t quite work because Rose is marrying for money and back then if a chick had money it was her dad’s money, so patriarchy strikes again), and Rose were some adorable sexy street urchin, we’d probably think of her as slutty, conniving, manipulative.
The only thing I don’t get is how that bitch made it in America when she got off the rescue boat. Did she get some kind of class action settlement from the White Star line? She didn’t sell the necklace. The implication is that she started all over when she got to America. She literally only had the necklace and the clothes on her back. Did she prostitute herself? Pose nude, like a French girl? Inquiring minds want to know. Cause seriously if she got where she got in America by working the streets in 1915 New York City, I would very much like to see an HBO series.

I just figured it out, after seeing Titanic for the millionth time. It’s soooo feminist. Which is really bizarre because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been struck by James Cameron’s sensitivity towards…well, anything (ie, forehead-slappingly racist parts of Avatar)

It’s the most expensive film ever made, won 11 academy awards, was the highest grossing film of all time for 12 years (til Avatar) and has a massive cult following - and it has a female protagonist. That shit is basically unheard of.

What’s more, not only is Rose the star: Jack is her manic pixie dream boy. He’s the lovable ragamuffin who only exists to liberate her from her rigid existence. She broods, he appears, she comes alive via his wild spontaneity and hot hot sex, and then, of course, he dies. Because manic pixie dream characters (of whatever gender identity) cannot grow up. They have to freeze to death in the icy black of the Atlantic, because if you tried to make the magic last even a moment longer, you would snuff it out. It’s star-crossed, therefore it’s doomed. Your MPD character of choice must stick around just long enough to fuck you, play around inside your brain just enough to give you a sexy kick in the pants to get you on your way to self-actualization, then disappear suddenly, cause it’s part of their obligation to a whimsical universe.

Our fucked up relationship with gender in this culture means that it’s normally a female-identifying person running around wearing silly hats and flying kites at midday and exposing the mediocrity and tedium of the male-identifying person’s life, but in this one the role is assigned to the dude.

Obviously this is all compounded by other fucked up gender standards - maybe if roles were reversed and Jack was the upper class gentleman (even this flip can’t quite work because Rose is marrying for money and back then if a chick had money it was her dad’s money, so patriarchy strikes again), and Rose were some adorable sexy street urchin, we’d probably think of her as slutty, conniving, manipulative.

The only thing I don’t get is how that bitch made it in America when she got off the rescue boat. Did she get some kind of class action settlement from the White Star line? She didn’t sell the necklace. The implication is that she started all over when she got to America. She literally only had the necklace and the clothes on her back. Did she prostitute herself? Pose nude, like a French girl? Inquiring minds want to know. Cause seriously if she got where she got in America by working the streets in 1915 New York City, I would very much like to see an HBO series.


Jun 5
prettywar:

lemondifficult:


the opposite of albinism called melanism,a recessive trait where the skin and fur are all black. love it more every time i see it.

Photoshopped: http://www.cutehomepets.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/white-lion.png

:/  I thought this was really awesome when I saw it on my dash a few hours ago, but it looked fake so I didn’t reblog it.
FUCK why aren’t you real??  Isn’t melanism a real thing though?  I thought some jaguars had it.  Brb researching.
EDIT:  Yeah, I was right.  Black panthers are any big cat (Leopards, jaguars, etc) affected by melanism.

The above picture is not real. But it is cool. But melanism is real. So is the picture below.

prettywar:

lemondifficult:

the opposite of albinism called melanism,a recessive trait where the skin and fur are all black. love it more every time i see it.

Photoshopped: http://www.cutehomepets.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/white-lion.png

:/  I thought this was really awesome when I saw it on my dash a few hours ago, but it looked fake so I didn’t reblog it.

FUCK why aren’t you real??  Isn’t melanism a real thing though?  I thought some jaguars had it.  Brb researching.

EDIT:  Yeah, I was right.  Black panthers are any big cat (Leopards, jaguars, etc) affected by melanism.

The above picture is not real. But it is cool. But melanism is real. So is the picture below.

(via citrusboogamia)


May 28

Dear you are so expensive but I love you so much.

Holy crap. The amount of stuff I have fixed or had fixed on my car in past year is incredible.

  • New windshield wipers
  • New air filter
  • 7 new tires (4 replaced b/c of dry-rot, 2 slashed, 1 flat)
  • New spark plugs and wires
  • New battery
  • New coolant reservoir
  • Flushed coolant system
  • Many oil changes and tire rotations and much airing of tires
  • New brake pads
  • New serpentine belt
  • New headlight and brake light lamps
  • Replaced leaking oil pan
  • Fixed and flushed transmission system
  • Slowly replacing old power steering fluid (really just ATF) with new

Love of cars runs in the family and lately my adoration and respect for them has been growing, pretty much directly in proportion with how much I’ve had to learn about the way a car works when something breaks and I have to fix it. I’m totally fascinated by cars and the way they work. Stunningly complex and beautiful machines that we take completely for granted. It’s a miracle mine still runs considering how much it was neglected in the years before I started driving/maintaining/repairing it. (It sat in the driveway mostly undriven for YEARS…cars hate that. Your car wants to be driven.) I have a Complete Care Car Manual out of the library that I’m reading for pleasure. I’m hoping someday (years and years in the future) I’ll be well-versed enough to fix anything that breaks on my car myself.

[I’m also one of those people who is constantly plagued with paranoia that there’s something going wrong with my car. “My check engine light came on, I’m probably going to die.”]


May 16

URL change haiku

It was bohemiandreamgirl.

I realized that was appropriative of Romani culture.

So I changed it to niceandradical.


Mar 23

Basically I’m totally Anxiety Cat over here right now.

It’s the most beautiful weather possible outside, and I’m inside being sad and stressed and semi-triggered (is that a thing?) and not being able to get anything done and fighting this sudden huge wave of depression.

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Feb 4

Note to self: Have more conversations on acid. I honestly wish I had a tape-recorder because the 2-hour talk me and my boyfriend just had would make a hell of a stage-play. Because really getting into it with someone feels amazing. You can excavate the depths of your relationships, and yourselves, without the constant terror of saying or doing something wrong. And the ideas you’re able to articulate without self-doubt, without self-censorship….they are amazeballs.


Jan 23

Sep 14
rockrmoose:

Can I have this in my backyard?

If I were a rich old dude I’d have a house just like this with gorgeous naked women walking around all over the place, all of the time. Actually, maybe if I were just rich, and not necessarily a dude.

rockrmoose:

Can I have this in my backyard?

If I were a rich old dude I’d have a house just like this with gorgeous naked women walking around all over the place, all of the time. Actually, maybe if I were just rich, and not necessarily a dude.