So I read Mockingjay and I’m pretty depressed about it, dude. Not because I felt it was shitty, because the process of reading it was genuinely enjoyable (if there’s one thing to say about YA it’s that they always keep their eye on a forward moving momentum with plot), but I am so.. fucking sad? The ending gives the outline of a happy ending but I find it incredibly goddamn bleak, especially because the older you are when you read this thing, the more you probably have thorough grasp of the unspoken psychological damage caused to everyone? No one has the same personality and everyone is too paranoid to allow themselves to feel happiness anymore. Plus some of the deaths.. she did the JK Rowling thing where she’d briefly mention this person she previously went through painstaking detail to constantly describe and then you just eventually kill them off in a sentence, GOD I HATE THAT
in Cars 2 one of the racecars mentions their mother. and then the racecar waves to his mother in the audience. one automobile birthed another automobile.
when Mater tries to convince a car that he is not a spy, he says “i’m not a spy. my specialty is towing and salvage”. the car responds by saying “right. and mine is developing iPhone apps” before winking. not only is this a poorly placed pop cultural reference, but they have iPhones in this world. smartphones. Cars can hold mobile phones and use them and use their touch screen for various uses.
in Cars 2 there is a Pope. The pope is a car in a pope hat. he rides around in a Popemobile. a CAr is riding in another car. they make reference to the Popemobile. “is the Popemobile Catholic?”, Mater says as a “well duhhh” moment, much like our saying, “Is the Pope catholic?”. presumably this means the Popemobile is employed and must be specifically Catholic in order to be the chauffeur and carrier to the regular pope. Also, Catholicism is in this Universe. this means that there must have been an actual Jesus Christ car. also they mention at one point that gasoline is a “fossil fuel. as in dead dinosaurs!” so there must have been dinosaurs at one point in the Cars universe but were they actual dinosaurs or car dinosaurs how did this civilsation start how did the
I understand how people become negative. You grow up in life thinking you can be anything you want to be, your dreams are limitless in this ~great 1st world nation of ours~, and by the time that magical number of 18 rolls around and you’re thrown out of your nest (whether literally or just taking on an unexpected financial burden), that’s when you shake hands with a handsome Devil whose name is Capitalism who, unbeknownst to you, will be ramming you through various orifices for the rest of your life. You work these shitty little jobs while you’re in school in customer service, dealing with absolute “assholes”, with every day of unnecessary fuckheadedness beginning to get to you. You think about all the times you’ve been slighted in your life because you were “too nice”. You wonder what the fuck is wrong about being “too nice” to begin with. Then the greatest adult lesson of them all finally hits you across the face when you least expect it: every day in Capitalism is another day in high school. There are social politics to be played, these particular grades are rarely ever fair, hard work often means nothing, and fickle snakes are amongst you to ruin you in public opinion so that person can ascend in your place. After a couple of years of this, YOU start to become the person with unwarranted verbal aggression at supermarkets, the person that sighs loudly with exasperation at someone that’s taking too long in line, you feign outrage when something of yours is out of stock even though you can totally live without it. Haha life is so fucked kids!!!!
God I really need a new outlet going on for myself. I would like to preserve the better angels of my personality for as long as possible but to use a phrase completely detached from Lily fuckin’ Allen, it’s hard out here for a bitch
Whether undergrad work or grad school apps, I feel like there is no expression that adequately describes the lethargy and rage felt under capitalist, exploitative ‘education’ hellbent on forcing young students into marketing themselves in accordance to arbitrary criteria that prove virtually nothing, over and over and over again until they feel hollow and constantly singed that they not only question their goals but also their own - many - abilities out of sheer desperation.
“I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more.
I know I deserve more.”—Michelle K., I Know I Deserve More. (via berinjelarabugenta)