I don’t usually understand most people who float in message boards anyways, but I really don’t understand those who swamp the IMDB message boards to preach that this movie is ‘smut’ and no self-respecting woman would see this film, that women should act like women, blah blah BLAH. Who defines how women should act? HOW does one even define a WHOLE POPULATION OF PEOPLE and tell them to act the same way? No. Just no.
And I say this as someone who saw the movie and felt incredibly uncomfortable the whole time. While it wasn’t my cup of tea, admittedly it bugs the piss out of me that it is that big of a deal if someone sees the movie, that it redefines their character, and that you feel the need to post on boards so everyone knows that’s your opinion (and someone it’s the only right one.)
I know women who would enjoy this movie. I know women who would rather sit at home and read Wuthering Heights. And I know women who would do both (HOW ‘BOUT THEM APPLES?)
Judging: not cool since 1952 EVER.
I had this idea for a post planned out, but I know it will not end up written as I intended.
I should start off by saying everything that follows this sentence is the ranting of a 22 year old, middle class, midwestern girl - and I am thankful for where I am.
What originally spurred the need to write this post was my anger with BP. Every time I read as a child that Taurus’ love nature, I disregarded it because I was never too fond of outdoors growing up. It’s more than that though, even if I don’t thoroughly enjoy being outside, I LOVE everything in nature. I love nature because it is raw, it was created and untouched, and there is some ever glowing beauty in that. The other morning I sat in my car, facing a field, and watched the sun rise. It’s just gorgeous.
I get lost in the idea that people ruin what we are blessed with. I’ll be the first to admit that I love architecture and design, but I don’t believe any man-made thing can replace the brilliance bestowed upon us from an unknown creator.
I wonder if people are that obsessed with money to overlook the dangers they are risking. I wonder if people innately don’t care that much/are that power hungry, or if they are people who simple get caught in a mesmerizing trance of sorts, blinded momentarily, and it is only when something like the BP spill happens that they snap back to reality.
In thinking about that, other emotions came to surface and I grew aggravated with how much money plays a role in our world. It’s frustrating to know that I can’t change that… not just for me, but for everyone else around me. Some people have problems of their own responsibility, but for the most part I would say 99% of our issues stem from money. The power associated with money. Like I said, it’s not that we can blame our problems, or actions, on money because blame is never the right answer - but I certainly think it affects us all to a certain degree. None of us want to worry about money, and truthfully if everything was right in the world, I don’t think it’s anything we should have to worry about.
It’s annoying to realize how much money can dictate your life. I love to dream of my future. I am easily inspired and love to create, but I know that everything I love will never line up to be a job for me. I cannot tell you how depressing that is. It’s not that I couldn’t pursue art, in the physical sense, but mentally I could not. I could not set myself up for unstable income knowing the life I want to live. It’s this delicate, and obnoxious, balance of what road to take. And I just don’t know.
As I said in the beginning, I come from a middle class family. My family has worked very hard to put us where we are today, and I am beyond thankful for that. There are MANY less fortunate people than me. I feel guilty for even complaining. Moving on.
At the end of my thought session, I just became really overwhelmed. Which is how I feel often now days. I feel like I am congesting a multitude of problems in my head, but nothing is coming out with a solution. I’m just constantly left with more questions. And to top it all off, while all this is happening, I feel like my life is flying by. All this does is worry me.
Getting a headache. I could write a lot more, but if I cut out all the middle stuff, it boils down to I am worried if I’ll ever find someone like me, who shares my thoughts and feelings and interests. Someone I can love and someone who will make my confused life a little more clearer, or at least, more tolerable.
“…a problem with no solution but to love, and to be loved.” - Bright Eyes
