The Fall is an absolutely brilliant show and I’ve really been enjoying re-watching it this evening, but perhaps I should have waited for a night when I wasn’t sad, stressed and super panicky. Nottttttt sure that it’s gonna help me sleep well tonight.
It’s such a disturbing and upsetting show. I’ve been crying like a small child, and I know all of the beats already (somehow it’s WORSE that way.) It’s so much more unsettling than any shock-schlock crime drama, holy shit. Horror truly shines when it’s shown in such a personal light. The contrast of showing the villain “at work” and with his family is brilliant and terrifying and I’ll never be happy again.
I feel like shit, but at least I can appreciate great t.v.
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
have i momentarily forgotten something or am i genuinely losing my mind: the unexpected prequel
I created something truly dreadful - a Red Wedding commemorative plate for my Game of Thrones watching club. Because, you know, we all lived through that moment and want to relive it while eating toast.
"If a girl is lucky enough to receive any sex education, she will be taught the biological basics. She’ll learn that men have penises and testicles and produce sperm and women have vaginas and uterii and produce ova. She’ll learn that when a man and a woman have sex, the man inserts his penis into the woman’s vagina until he ejaculates. She’ll learn that the semen in the ejaculate will render her vulnerable to pregnancy so she will have to protect herself by using a hormonal or a barrier contraceptive. Hormonal contraception is preferable because barrier methods such as condoms, while safer for women, apparently reduce sensation for men which is obviously a no-no. It’s much better that a woman take a pill every day for her entire reproductive lifespan, or get a painful injection every 12 weeks, or have a copper rod inserted into her uterus, or a silicone rod implanted into her arm. She probably won’t learn that 3 out of 4 women never orgasm from vaginal intercourse. She almost definitely won’t learn how women do achieve orgasm. She’ll learn her place as a receptacle."
Munich illustrated weekly journal of art and life
G. Hirth’s publishing house in Munich and Leipzig
Illustration by Fidus aka Hugo Höppener
"You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics."