I first read The Giver in the sixth grade. I judged the book by its cover and liked it immediately—the gray scale, the torn corner, the weathered old wise man casting downward with sad, pensive eyes…
Thanks for all your support on my last blog entry, you guys! This week, after much procrastination, I’ve finally released another one, this time on some troubling implications of The Giver movie trailer. Nothing cynical, just observational. Give it a look! :) Comments are always appreciated.
#remember when sookie was played by a fat actress and there were literally no jokes about her weight on the show? #remember how she wasn’t defined by her weight? #remember how she got to date and get married and have kids and not be just the token funny fat friend of the main character? #remember when she ~got her life together and was happy before lorelai and that wasn’t seen as threatening?
remember how her insecurities (which she did have, because doesn’t everyone?) had nothing to do with her appearance and were more about her artistic failures, her ability to be a mom, her “annoying quirks” she thought Jackson would get tired of?
remember how even though she was often clumsy forgetful and disorganized she was still portrayed as a competent adult? remember how her decision to get married and have kids didn’t diminish her career as a master chef and entrepreneur? remember how she was a bubbly and funny supporting character without being shallow or unintelligent?
I think about this every time I see Melissa McCarthy
This fight of my life is so hard, so hard, so hard. / But I’m gonna survive. / Oh, oh, these are beautiful times.
- “Beautiful Times,” Owl City