“Oh, is that that one with the four people who think they’re hot stuff? Yeah, you got the Rock Man and then there’s a Raccoon Creature. And the girl—she’s a—she’s tough. And the guy who thinks he’s Peter Pan. I know what you’re talking about.”—My mom’s response when I told her I was excited for Guardians of the Galaxy.
“Male writers — and I say this with all love and respect — often want to make a woman either the angel or the whore, make her the witch, or put her on the pedestal. When people ask me about Margaery [on ‘Game of Thrones’], I say they’re not mutually exclusive. You don’t have to be practical and politically savvy and not be a good person. You can be a good human being and just be shrewd.”—Natalie Dormer giving me life at SDCC’s “Women Who Kick Ass” panel (via HitFix)
“Colin Furze, a plumber and inventor from Stamford, Lincolnshire, has begun building the biggest fart machine ever, which he plans to place on top of the cliffs of Dover and aim across the Channel towards France. His hope is that the French, 21 miles away, will hear the blast.”—Crack reporting on the world’s biggest fart machine.
I got drinks with my friend Jill after work and we wound up talking to this brassy middle aged woman who was very impressed that I didn’t have a man in my life. She then advised me that if I did want a man that I should read “the Rules” and told me that men really are from Mars and women from Venus.
I just nodded and sipped my Pinot Grigio.
Anyway, there’s a lot more I could say, but then there’s this song.
And then there’s also the fact that my life was never going to be about finding a man, anyway.