One of my friends constantly posts on her Facebook about how guys flirt with her/proposition her in person and online (including strangers who somehow find her Facebook). Apparently she has also been harassed on the subway too. As a lady myself I understand that these are serious issues (from only a logical standpoint since it’s never happened to me; I think it has been well established that I am not conventionally attractive and besides, I’m the size of a child), but at the same time I can’t stand the way she frames her concerns. Like I get that they’re legitimate complaints, but she phrases them like annoying whining - “I hate that every man on Earth finds me so attractive! It’s such a pain that there is a consensus as to my hotness!” No woman should face harassment (or anything worse, it goes without saying), but at the same time there’s a part of me that’s a little jealous because it’s like I have a sign on my forehead saying AVOID, AVOID.
Emma Watson’s tweet about leaked pictures x
I was watching news with my mom about this whole thing and she started on with the whole “why are they taking naked pictures” thing and I stopped her and said “wait, isn’t the real thing here why is everyone blaming the victim? whatever you feel about naked photos, no one should be hacked into and their privacy violated.”
…and then she got quiet.
Marlon Brando photographed by Phil Stern, behind the scenes of Guys and Dolls, 1955.
Emma Stone attends the ‘Birdman’ photocall at the Villa Laguna during the 71st Venice Film Festival on August 27, 2014 in Venice, Italy.
Fashion models working in Florence, Italy
Photo by Milton Greene
365 Day Movie Challenge (2014) - #250: An Act of Murder (1948) - dir. Michael Gordon
This well-acted drama is still relevant to medical issues of today: if your loved one was dying from something as awful (and terminal) as the brain cancer that Florence Eldridge’s character suffers from, would you commit a mercy killing to stop the pain? Eldridge gives a good performance, but it’s Fredric March who I was even more impressed by. The couple (married in real life, 1927-1975) are the best actors in the film, along with character actor Will Wright (who I also thought was great in The Blue Dahlia, which I watched last night) as a friend of the family who likes to inject Latin phrases into his conversations. Edmond O’Brien isn’t at his best here since the film hardly gives him anything to do. Geraldine Brooks doesn’t have much to do either (or much of an acting ability) as O’Brien’s girlfriend and March and Eldridge’s daughter. As always, Clarence Muse (the only black character in the film) has a dignified presence and Harry Tyler has an amusing scene as a hotel clerk. The film’s sometimes improbable plot points are smoothed over by the acting and by the cinematography by Hal Mohr. It’s not my favorite film of 1948, but it’s worth a look.
Posting something a little different.
Just might be the greatest song of all time.