Wishing myself back to in time to the James Turrell exhibit…
Spring is here. It’s official. It’s great.
The photographs accompanying this article gave me chills. Velasquez paintings come to life.
This article really resonated with me – perhaps it is because living in New York you are constantly dealing with loss because you are constantly dealing with change.
I heart Tony Hale!
I like the idea of a work uniform – but then I feel like you’ve got to be impeccably groomed for that to work. Impeccably groomed I am not.
Art has the blues.
The question of art and boundaries – especially with children – will always be a gray area. This article was fascinating. I felt myself jumping to judgements and then reminding myself I don’t have kids. I cannot even begin to relate the complexities of Sally Mann’s relationship with her children.
Mark Rylance in Wolf Hall for the win!
I am quickly approaching the big THREE-OH. As in, “OH – I’m already 30?”. Sigh. Where did the time go?
Here’s the thing – I HATE listening to people complain about getting old. We should be celebrating! We made it! We haven’t died yet! That’s pretty COOL!
Not to mention, your twenties may be immensely fun but are also immensely hard. It’s a time of reckless fun with the mistakes and suffering to match. I romanticize that time (especially after a glass or two of wine) – but ultimately the 20’s are an exhausting decade.
So why the eff am I so effing scared?
Sigh. Change is scary. I may be psyching myself out, but I swear I am detecting some major physical changes as I get closer to hitting 30. My skin is all of a sudden very dry. I can’t eat whatever I want anymore. I actually have to work out to feel “normal” in my body now. Maybe all the chaos of my younger years was a furnace for all that junk I use to eat? I don’t know! It’s a big confusing change.
I want to fight it. But then… I start to think about what women who fight aging end up like. I totally agree that society places unreasonable demands on women to remain sexual creatures (if we aren’t fertile, then what’s the point, right?), but I don’t want to be pumping my face full of chemicals just to keep up with that game. It just isn’t worth it.
So, Thirty. Here I come. Waistline be damned – I’m coming for you with joy and love in my heard. Hey – I made it this far, right?
Good advice from a Master.
Did you watch the Parks & Rec finale? SO GOOD. I love Leslie so much. It was bittersweet. Sad to see it go and sad to think about Harris Whittels passing.
BUT – we got this gem: Late Night Finale – Lil Sebastien
Not to mention THIS.
Now – this is a throwback. It may not be Thursday yet, but it is so funny and highlights so many women I grew up loving:
This 1970 New York Times Trend Piece on Woman Comedians Is Eternal
I’ve been thinking TOO MUCH about Gilda (Radner). The SNL special definitely tried to pay tribute – and bless Emma Stone’s heart – but, man. Gilda can not be replicated.
This is a pretty good round-up.
BUT – this is my favorite.
I was having a pretty blegh day.
KATHLEEN HANNA TO THE RESCUE!
Just watched The Punk Singer. Highly recommend this film. This film got me all fired up again about… EVERYTHING. Watching a powerful woman create kick ass art – not to mention really OWN her choices – is so fucking inspiring.
Thanks Kathleen for being so awesome and lifting me out of a funk.
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!
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:
Apparently she danced with Bill Murray at the after party. SO COOL.
These figurines are SO COOL.
This write-up does a fantastic job of explaining all the reasons these are so brilliant. I can’t decide which one is my favorite – but this one is pretty great: