only christmas regret is that I didn’t get this for christmas.
more because I don’t have time to order it for myself, cus who cares about presents, I just want to read her book so bad.
how about
I spend the rest of the year never seeing anyone again (except for those few fucking amazing people) and then this shit won’t bother me so much!
I hate hate hate hate people for the first time in a long time.
This is the truth of the matter.
Happy Holidays to all!!!
Happy Merry Freakin’ EVERYTHING! :)
Happy Wednesday, even!
idk which “forefathers” they’re talking about but everything else…yes
annoying font, and painfully obvious, but I guess people still don’t get this (evidenced by my facebook home feed)
BEST EPISODE. Someone from the real world ‘s perspective of a real-life Homer Simpson. Everyone watching still finds his death hilarious, roots for Homer.
Shows the power of creating a perfect character.
Depression, Melancholia, and Me: Lars von Trier’s Politics of Displeasure
I don’t expect every critic to tell his life story (as I am selectively doing here), but I think it is only honest to make clear to readers: “Here I am. I am writing this. I am not infallible. I am just a human being like yourself. What I have to say and the way in which I say it was determined by my own background, my own experience, my own understanding (or lack thereof). I make no pretense to Absolute Truth.”
—Robin Wood, Preface to Hitchcock’s Films Revisited: Revised Edition
I’ve suffered from depression my entire adult life, but 2011 was the first year I began to understand and accept this fact. In retrospect, my inability to fully embrace my depression was itself a sign and symptom of depression: above all, I didn’t believe I “deserved” to be depressed (because it felt like complaining about my life when others had it much worse, which is certainly an incorrect understanding of depression) and then I insulted and belittled myself for not being smart or strong enough to “fix” my depression, believing that others would think I was “faking it” and simply refusing to be happy and get on with my life. Even though I can’t think of a period in my life where I’ve gone more than a month without significantly feeling the effects of depression in some form or another, I falsely and shamefully convinced myself that I was just going through a series of phases, part of the process of ironing out one’s issues on the path to adulthood. Now, that entire idea, that depression is something wrong that must be fixed and that it is a mere obstacle on the path to maturity, is something I find monstrous, and instead, I feel the most urgent need to safeguard my acknowledgement of depression, which feels infinitely more valuable than all the promises of conventional adult normality. The only real victory I can count is that I don’t run away from this acknowledgement anymore. Others might see this as regressive or even self-destructive, partly because they fear depression so much they’d rather ignore it, but for me, that is just another sign of the grotesque way we deal with depression and mental illness in our culture. One bright spot I’ve found is Lars von Trier’s latest film Melancholia, which coils unbudgingly around a similar acknowledgement of depression not just in its central character (as well as the writer/director who made the film) but as a larger fact of life. Beyond any consideration of aesthetics, I think that it’s a hugely important film, for myself of course but also possibly important in general, and I’d like to try to explain why I think it’s so important.
The first aspect of Melancholia that seems relevant to discuss is its subject matter: this is a film that envisions the destruction of our planet and all life on it. But while the film ends with the annihilation of life on Earth, the heart of this final image is the centered and calm, radiantly beautiful Kirsten Dunst as the film’s protagonist Justine. There are many different ways to look at this image, but for me, a person who suffers from depression, it is beyond beautiful: it is essential. In every way, the narrative of the film revolves around, or orbits (apropos for a film about two planets), the figure of Dunst as Justine. We must remember that this is just a story, one we can safely walk away from, but it’s clear that apocalyptic storytelling can be productive beyond its destructive imagery. It can help us envision the end of our own corrupted world as a prelude to the creation of a new and better one. Or perhaps more importantly, it can realize and make concretely visible the entanglement of poisonous thoughts and feelings, perhaps no better embodied than in the figure of a planet crashing into Earth, that afflicts the depressed person, and in this way, an imagining of the apocalypse as in Melancholia can give tangible solidity to the darkest emotions of the depressed person. By creating an exteriorization of what is inherently, tragically a self-destructively interior process, a film like Melancholia allows a depressed person to draw strength from these images: at least in them, the truth of the world as imagined or feared by the depressed mind is made real, finally, rather than continuing to plague him or her as a terrifyingly palpable, yet elusive, phantasm. And in this final sequence of Melancholia, it is Dunst’s character Justine who remains calm and has the capacity to comfort the young boy Leo (Cameron Spurr), son of Justine’s sister Claire (Charlotte Gainsbourg). Finally, we are useful for something! At last, the part of us that is ugliest can serve to create rather than destroy: I can’t think of a single image in the cinema of 2011 that brings me as much peaceful contentment as the “magic cave” Justine creates for the three of them out of sticks. It is an act of writing onto the real world that which terrorizes so many people from the inside, invisible and too often merely dismissed. This image comforts me because it suggests that in the face of what appears as utter hopelessness, there is a safe place, a sanctuary, where we can retreat and even draw others in for protection.
brilliant
My boyfriend was under the impression that Daria is about two mean lesbians. I had to school him.
Lmao
if you grew up through the 90’s (you were born 87-89) and you watched tv, and YOU don’t know who DARIA is……..we can’t be friends.
hands down the best daria moment of life. when i am de-pwessed i put this eppy on repeat and hibernate.
why have I not watched this entire series
Sister Souljah on Larry King Live Part 1, Part 2 (1992)
Rap artist, activist and author Sister Souljah addressing the controversy that arose after remarks she made following the 1992 LA Riots. Sister Souljah was quoted as saying: ”If black people kill black people every day, why not have a week and kill white people?” As a result Bill Clinton infamously compared Sister Souljah to white supremacist and Klu Klux Klan member David Dukes. In this interview Sister Souljah puts her comments into context while providing a sharp social analysis of White supremacy, racism and capitalism in America and their toxic impact on the socio-economic infrastructure of American society. She also explains why she proudly identifies as an African and why she chose to express herself through Hip-Hop music. The Guardian later described Sister Souljah’s comments as a key event in the history of Hip-Hop.
much respect for this woman. her autobiography (No Disrespect) is a must-read for WOC, particularly AA women.
POWER! THIS IS A MUST WATCH!!!! PLEASE PLEASE TRUST ME ON THIS. ONE OF THE GREATEST MOMENTS IN BLACK HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE READ HIM LIKE THE 10 COMMANDMENTS. LIKE THE UPANISHADS. LIKE THE ICHING. LIKE MEDU NTR. LIKE THE DOGON SYMBOLS. LIKE THE BOOK OF COMING FORTH BY DAY.
NO EXAGGERATION.
This is relevant to everyone’s lives. There is nothing new under sun and we still combat these forces daily.
She read him and those callers like Dick and Jane. You could tell Larry thought she was just some ignorant ghetto bitch mouthing pseudo-nationalistic drivel she’d heard around. And you see how he acted in Part 2 when he realized he’d better change da fuck up. But Larry still got hella sonned on his own damn show.
This is truth
It’s sad because it’s all still applicable to today’s United States society. And how long has it been? 10-15 years?
Holy shit this is so good.
