Catherine O’Hara felt like Cinema’s mother. How could you grow up in the early to mid ‘90s and not have some sort of personal connection to her? The power of O’Hara’s work can be seen by the fact that someone like me never met her. But her loss hits me so incredibly hard. RIP.
@Bmangall20@LADFLEG An old journalist pal was a drunken mess in a Belfast bar one night. He had the horrors the next day, but after a pre-booked flight to New York, he was smoking outside a jazz bar in the Village. Life was good. Then a passerby said "you were some cunt in Lavery's on Thursday".
I realized people only like you when you're easy to benefit from. When you say yes, stay quiet, and let things slide, they love you. But once you start saying no, setting boundaries, and standing on what's right for you, everything changes. Suddenly you got an attitude. Suddenly you're the problem. Truth is, they never respected you, they just liked your silence. I'm not being difficult, I'm being real. If me protecting my peace offends you, that's your issue, not mine.
this is how it starts, normalising transphobic rhetoric like Rowling’s allows terfs and bigots to feel empowered enough to swing bolder. they won’t be happy until all of our rights are stripped away. this is why we say, if they’ll come for one of us, they’ll come for all of us!!