Hey, I'm Cat. I'm a proud Hollins woman who loves fandom and does not tolerate bullshit. I blog ridiculously. I love people, I like really dorky things, and I am an awkward tomato. Tara (terrafirmaspower) is my roommate and my twin.
"The world isn’t fair. Deal with it." - People who benefit from how unfair the world is.
"The world shouldn’t cater to your feelings and needs."- People whose feelings and needs the world caters to.
"This has nothing to do with race/gender/orientation/ability."- People who don’t want to address how their ideology has everything to do with race/gender/orientation/ability.
Remember that time Disney made a live-action Cinderella adaptation with THREE WOC main characters — including Cinderella herself and Whitney Houston’s Fairy Godmother — and a Filipino Prince Charming? And they didn’t spend a single second explaining through dialogue or sly witicism why they were cast that way, and the whole movie went on like it would with white actors and actresses, and the two main relationships were interracial and it was AMAZING?
i don’t think u understand my love for brandi’s cinderella like it’s possibly the greatest movie ever
this movie was so fucking perfect
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We’re backsliding hard from the 90s.
This is the only Cinderella movie I care about. Besides the AWESOME diverse casting, the music was also great.
This is the ONLY Cinderella
this egg fucking froze because our fridge is too cold
Why would you keep the eggs on the fridge?
we keep our eggs in the fridge…so they don’t denature? do you not refrigerate your eggs?
Because of the way our eggs are processed and the prevalence of salmonella in american chickens, americans have to fridge their eggs.
Wait, they don’t refrigerate eggs in other countries?
- fucking everything up
- having no motivation
- being a loser
- hating myself
- disappointing people
- sleeping too much
- being dumb
- socially awkward
- annoying everyone
- having no actual talents
[Mary Poppins author P.L.] Travers was a feisty, stereotype-breaking bisexual — a single mom who adopted a baby in her 40s, studied Zen meditation in Kyoto, and was publishing erotica about her silky underwear 10 years before Walt had sketched his mouse. Now that’s a character worth slapping on-screen, instead of this stiff British stereotype determined to steal joy from future generations of children. With her longtime girlfriend and then-adult son erased, this frigid Travers seems like she may not even know how babies are made. Maybe Mary Poppins could sing her a song about it.
Why does it matter that Saving Mr. Banks sabotages its supposed heroine? Because in a Hollywood where men still pen 85 percent of all films, there’s something sour in a movie that roots against a woman who asserted her artistic control by asking to be a co-screenwriter. (Another battle she lost — Mary Poppins’ opening credits list Travers as merely a “consultant.”) Just as slimy is the sense that this film, made by a studio conglomerate in a Hollywood dominated by studio conglomerates, is tricking us into cheering for the corporation over the creator.