I am starting to believe that I am totally incapable of writing sentences that are succinct and lacking in pleonasm. Redundancy just comes so naturally to me.
I'm really enjoying the genuine lack of animosity towards the Chinese in Netflix's Bon Appétit, Your Majesty. It's so very rare and so very refreshing.
There are few things more disappointing than clicking on film set in France only to realize that the film is actually IN French and was made by French people
Just a note on the horrific story of Adriana Smith: the surgical teams had to remove the baby BECAUSE SHE WAS BEGINNING TO DECAY.
You fucking monsters. Her death BACK IN FEBRUARY was not enough you ghouls, now you have a 29 ounce struggling, tortured baby in the NICU.
What if I wrote a book called KNIGHTS and it was about TWO girls pretending to be boys so they can be in the knighthood and bring money home but they start doing lesbian stuff and then everyone thinks they’re gay and at the end of the book they burn their whole town down
Just watched: Tyler Perry’s Straw. I am more and more impressed by his devotion to mediocrity.
The script is embroyonic, 75% of the white actors were clear DEI hires or industry favors, and it was 15 minutes too long. Main cast, twist, editing, costuming, lighting — well done.
I'm sorry but you'll find more wisdom in myths, fairy-tales, a Jane Austen novel, an hour communing with an old tree, than in almost any book in this pile. Self-help isn't going to help you. You need poetry, history, beauty. You need fiction that jolts you awake.
Sabrina Carpenter is interesting because she does Lana Del Rey-ism, but instead of romanticizing the men she does the women. Sabrina embraces life and movement and Lana clutches to death and memory. There could be an essay about this.
I've noticed this weird thing happening. The more I talk about my books, the more sales I get. Apparently, if people don't know they exist then they don't buy them, but if I talk about them then I get sales. Of course, I'll need further research to confirm this analysis.
I just opened a Jayne Mansfield movie for the first time and in the first 30 seconds there's frontal nudity of her in the exact image of Marilyn Monroe