Siobhan knows what’s up

Mulligan you’ve DONE IT AGAIN 

Anyway if you haven’t started watching Neverafter, JOIN NOW HOLY SHIT.

Props to the entire cast - I love EVERYONE.  (yes I’m caught up, no do NOT post spoilers) 

Hey Netflix, you know who we didn't need a movie about? Ted Fucking Bundy.

And we definitely didn't need one that treats him like a rock star, dazzling all the ladies with his charming smile and rock-hard abs. One that takes the embodiment of toxic misogyny and violence against women and says "But he was so handsome! So charismatic! Ladies loved him! Isn't that *fascinating*?"

Ted Bundy is not fascinating. He was a violent, narcissistic piece of shit who hated women and treated them as objects to be degraded for his enjoyment. And if there's one thing you should have figured out by now, it's that there is absolutely nothing special or fascinating about that. In fact, it's positively commonplace.

They probably don't think they're celebrating Bundy by making this movie. But by putting his charm, looks and fame front and centre in the story, and pushing the horrific things he did and the women he did them to into the background, that's exactly what they're doing.

I'm generally not one for condemning a movie sight-unseen, but i'll make an exception in this case. Fuck that movie, and fuck whoever thought it was a good idea to make it.

some days the only good reason not to kill myself is the knowledge that nobody will be able think of much good to say about me. It’ll be all, “he was a pretty okay guy,” “I kinda liked him,” and “huh, that’s too bad.”

Christmas

I love Christmas on some level, i do. And it’s always been really important to me to spend it with my family, especially since moving far away from them several years ago. Every year i’ve found a way to get the time off my shitty job and scrape together enough money to get home, and the whole time it’s stressful and i spend all of December and a good chunk of the beginning of January feeling like a shitty son and just generally a shitty person. I never find a good enough gift to give my parents because i’m not very good at gift-giving and what do you give a couple who have their shit together and can buy whatever they need, and also they gave you life, and you could never possibly thank them enough for that.  So all this to say this is the first Christmas i’ve spent away from them, i stayed here and they stayed there and we agreed it was sad and strange but also no big deal, and we talked on the phone and it was fine. And basically it has more or less felt like Christmas was cancelled this year. And that has made it the least stressful or depressing Christmas of my adult life. The last week or so, i’ve just been at my normal, standard level of wintertime fatigue, sadness and self-hate, without the sharpened-candy-cane edge of despair and panic the end of December almost always brings.  I’m almost 40. I haven’t done anything with my life. And i’m almost certain that by staying away, i’ve given my parents the best Christmas they’ve had in decades.  It’s the next best thing to them never having had me at all. Happy Holidays, everyone. Hug someone you love. 

The Trump Presidency will be remembered as the death of America's image of itself as a Christian nation. There is simply no way to support him & his policies, and still believe on any level that you are a follower of the teachings of Christ.

Can't think of a better way to celebrate the holidays than to play a murder-based party game (werewolf), and have two - TWO! - simultaneous group discussions about the moral and narrative implications of time-travel in the Harry Potter world (resolutions: it doesn't really break the universe because it seems you can't change events that have already occurred, but it's still kind of shitty storytelling). I don’t have many friends, but i have good friends. 

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.

Dr. Seuss (via purplebuddhaquotes)

A week or so later I watched Krampus which is objectively not as good as Hereditary, but is scary and fun and insane and pretty great in its own right. But the point is whether it's a goofy weird Christmas horror flick or the most genuinely horrifying & disturbing movie in a decade, Toni Collette is giving you 100%. She shows up on game day ready to fucking play.

It’s 2am and i’m alone in the house watching Hereditary instead of literally anything else in the world i could be doing, like cleaning or eating or writing or playing video games or setting myself on fire literally anything that would be less disturbing than this, but dammit Toni Collette is amazing.

white people are afraid of black excellence.

That's what i'm taking from the conversations about Black Panther that i've been seeing online today.

Black people watched Black Panther and they saw beautiful, powerful, wealthy, happy Black people who loved themselves and each other. Who were in communities that took care of each other and had the resources to advance, excel, and thrive. And they were ecstatic. A whole generation of people of colour who seemingly almost never see themselves represented in movies unless it's as a drug dealer, gangster, or criminal, seeing themselves as royalty. It was beautiful.

And yet today i see people talking online about how flawed the movie is because the Wakandans don't share their resources with everyone else.

Now, setting aside for a moment that the morality of their isolationism and protectionism is the whole point of the movie and the source of its central conflict -- why is it that when white people see a movie about Black people who are powerful, wealthy, happy and beautiful, they see only corruption and evil?

Why is it that when white people see a movie about Black people who have resources that they themselves control, and who are not exploited or dominated in a world that has only ever sought to exploit and dominate Black people...why is it white people are offended by that?

Why is it that when they see a story about Black people who finally have something of their own that makes them happy, the first and only reaction is "Why should they have that to themselves? Why shouldn't we get to have that! They should have been forced to share that!"

...Oh, right. Because white people think everything belongs to us. White people think there is nothing in this world that wasn't put there for us, and if anyone has anything, anything, that we don't have more of, then they must have stolen it from us.

White people are literally doing to Black people with this movie what the bad guy in the movie does to the Black people with vibranium. Trying to take it away from them, because god forbid Black people ever have anything of their own that makes them happy.

Absolute freedom is not absolute when it costs someone else theirs.

What you call “political correctness,” i call “the understanding that my right to swing my arms is not more important than your right not to get hit.”

When you’re working two jobs and you’re at least eight hours from being able to go to sleep and you’re already maxed out on caffeine and barely able to keep your eyes open or think straight...

It’s beginning to look a lot like creeping existential despair and self-loathing

Wow, i can’t believe it’s already “I’m a worthless loser who never amounted to anything and can’t even afford to give the vanishingly few people who inexplicably care about me a gift that adequately represents what they mean to me because i have a tiny, broken mind and no money and my future is as dark, cold, and barren as 4am in December”  -- or, as you might call it, Christmas.

Reblog if you would like to thank John Roderick and The Long Winters for the use of our theme song “(It’s a) Departure” off the album Putting the Days to Bed.

It’s 2am and i’m alone in the house watching Hereditary instead of literally anything else in the world i could be doing, like cleaning or eating or writing or playing video games or setting myself on fire literally anything that would be less disturbing than this, but dammit Toni Collette is amazing.

Joe Versus the Volcano really holds up better than you’d expect. 1990 Meg Ryan is pretty much everything. The godmother of all manic pixie dream girls, sure, but also deeply wholesome in that cute damaged-human way. 

It’s late. I don’t know what i’m saying.