Bossypants

I gotta say – this whole Ban Bossy movement has me torn. I kind of actually like the word “bossy”! I distinctly remember choosing the word bossy to describe myself for student of the week project in 3rd grade.

I totally get where this sentiment is coming from – and the site does a great job of breaking it down. But. I dunno. I like thinking of myself as bossy!

Sigh.

 

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I’m In Bed… It’s 5pm.

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“Working” from home today – one of the perks of working at a tech start-up.  One of the perks of working from home – I can look at stuff on the internets all day! Here’s the round-up:

A new Michael Fassbender movie? Yes please!

This dog loooooves ice cream. My dad used to buy ice cream cones for our dogs. I thought it was a totally normal thing to do for the longest time…

Thurston Moore you are bringing me down.

This is totally shameless celeb-worshipping, but I can’t look away!

Monocles are back?

Okay. Back to “work”.

Oscar Fatigue

By now everyone is tired of chit-chatting about the Oscars. Can’t blame ’em. Frankly, I was pretty underwhelmed. That being said: LUPITA LUPITA LUPITA!

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She gave such a tremendous performance and delivered such a lovely speech. That woman is grace personified.

I wonder what next year will bring for women in film. Cate Blanchett’s speech touched on it:

For so bravely and intelligently distributing the film and to the audiences who went to see it and perhaps those of us in the industry who are still foolishly clinging to the idea that female films with women at the center are niche experiences. They are not. Audiences want to see them and, in fact, they earn money. The world is round, people.

2013 didn’t seem a terrible year for women (at least to me anyhow). Sandra Bullock carried Gravity and killed it – that’s huge. I was disappointed, however, to read on the The Women’s Media Center blog : Across 19 categories 151 men were nominated for awards versus 31 women. That is depressing. The figures for the Director category alone are abysmal. 

It’s even crazier when you consider the fact that movies with a female protagonist earned 20% more on average than movies with a male protagonist. WTF Hollywood!

Sigh. Let’s make ourselves feel better with more Lupita:

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Apparently she danced with Bill Murray at the after party. SO COOL.

Taking On Monday

It’s Monday. It’s snowing. All I want to do is escape – but James Baldwin reminds me:

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.

SO TRUE. This New Yorker piece on Baldwin is awesome, here’s a taste:

A journalist once asked James Baldwin if being poor, black, and gay had made him feel disadvantaged as a young writer. “No,” Baldwin replied, “I thought I had hit the jackpot. It was so outrageous, you had to find a way to use it.”

Hello Old Friend

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It’s been awhile.

I haven’t been very motivated lately to write or… to do anything. After my dad’s passing everything has taken on a hint of blue. Even little tasks feel monumental. Instead of trying to fight it, I am trying to take good care of myself. There have been lots of ups and downs – which I’m sure I will feel like writing about at some point – just not there yet. 

It is okay to be sad. Having a good cry is liberating. Sometimes I forget that.

That being said, I am getting back to engaging with the world again – which feels pretty good. Some neat stuff of the world:

This project is AMAZING. I would love to see more art and less ads EVERYWHERE.

Come on Brooklyn! You are better than this! Yuck.

My dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s 7 years ago. I found Seth Rogan’s testimony so sincere. It brightened my heart a little.

This is old old news – but how the heck did I miss Julianne Moore as famous works of art?!?!?

United Colors of Lupita? YES PLEASE!

Now I must dash off to park my butt in front the television and gorge on Oscar frivolity.