“Lea was the kind of person you join Facebook to stalk. At 16, I was in love with her in a not-entirely platonic way, which every woman who has been the sidekick in a teenage girl-duo will completely understand. And, like a true sidekick, I didn’t question our bad choices—I followed Lea whole hog, in the spirit of best-friendship, of adventure. But part of me anticipated the person who writes this now, by which I mean that even as we chased a night of cocaine with Xanax and Lifetime movies, I already knew that this was the stuff of my wayward youth, and that I’d outgrow it. We promised to be friends forever, but then I went away to college in New York City and she moved to Costa Rica with her boyfriend of the moment. After that, I watched her downward spiral from afar—or more precisely, from close-up, only separated by a computer screen.”—
One of my favorite writers, Julie Buntin, has a sad and beautiful piece in The Atlantic today about grief, friendship, technology, growing apart, moving on, getting stuck, and missing someone. It might make you cry but it’s worth it.
in honor of speak your language day, s/o to those who had to unlearn their native languages, to those who are told not to speak their native languages, to those whose native language is different from their parents, to those who are told their native language is not real, to those who cannot speak their native language in public & to those who are denied resources in their native language
"We have a wonderful, on-going relationship with Purina," NSAL outreach manager Jayne Vitale told Mashable. “They feed all of our animals –- all our dogs, cats, puppies and kittens at our shelter -– and they are a wonderful supporter and have the same goals and mission, which is to rescue. We have the same view on how important it is to educate and teach humane education.”
I went to see Lego Movie with Neil last night thinking it would be a total crapshoot. A movie made to sell more toys. Wow. Hollywood has no boundaries these days!
Then I quickly realized that the movie was amazing. Stop-motion Lego animation over cheesy graphics? Andy from Parks and Rec? Parallel universes riffing on different Lego franchises? Batman being there but in a no-big-deal way? A Tegan and Sarah song that will be stuck in my head forever? Yes. My boyfriend said he literally “smiled the whole time.” It’s that good.
Clearly they had taken a stinker of a brief for a movie: Make Legos seem relevant even as they start to make Legos just for girls, or Harry Potter Legos or whatever the eff. And then they handed it to a bunch of genius writers, directors and voice actors.
The movie even had a cool message - be creative, break the rules, believe in yourself, grounded with a cautionary ‘watchout’ to its own message (you can only break the rules once you’ve learned them).
My only wish for the movie was that it could have been a little less conflict-driven and taken some time to stretch its legs in the fun, imaginative, lovely, funny universe they had created. I wanted more time in the dog head where all the famous Legos hang out.
The whole thing made me feel optimistic about the weird, selly-outy-ness of Hollywood. If we’re going to do it, we might as well employ great people to do it. I even felt pleasantly surprised by the movie Battleship. I expected utter stupidity and got a pretty cool alien movie starring Tim Riggins! Yeah. I’ll take it.
Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about Lego movie. It was so good. Go see it.
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is an unmerited privilege, a sign of that person’s socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and cosign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can self-righteously bestow DWYL as career advice to those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves — in fact, to loving ourselves — what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.