I Exist Apparently

I think we as a society tend to forget that the movie "Freaky Friday" starring Jamie Lee Curtis and Mark Harmon hinges entirely on the narrative's assertion that Chinese people have magic powers

The 2003 movie. The movie that came out like 20 years ago. There is no plot without the movie asking the audience to believe, without explanation, that a random middle aged Chinese woman has the ability to very easily place mystical curses on people

The funniest part of it is the running joke that this Chinese lady/Restaurant owner/Wizard has a daughter who implies she does this shit all the time, to customers, and is FED UP with her mother's mystical nonsense. Like obviously it's a blatantly racist plot element, the writers would certainly never would've had the plot kicked off by a curse cast by Mama Ravioli at the Spaghetti Warehouse, and it was specifically the Orientalism of it all that led them to write "and their bodies switched because they had a fight in a Chinese restaurant in front of the owner, and of course Chinese people have Powers" but also like. The dynamic with the restaurant owner and her daughter, who desperately wants her to stop supernaturally meddling in the lives of strangers, is so much more interesting than what's going on with Jamie Lee Curtis and whoever played the daughter in that movie. They could make a banger Disney+ show out of "The Chinese Restaurant That Curses You To Resolve Your Issues If You Have A Fight There" except that it would absolutely remind people that Disney, in Avril Lavigne's America, released a movie that depended entirely on the audience's willingness to believe Chinese people are secretly wizards

official fish post

if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car

woman rolled her window down at the stoplight today to tell me how much her kids were LOVING the skeleton

children love me, tumblr users want me carnally. for my skeleton.

I work at a restaurant and nothing will ever beat the time this woman threw an absolute hissy fit at brunch because we ran out of home fries and all we had were french fries, she yelled at me, she demanded to speak to my manager, and when she’s in the middle of complaining, my manager just stopped her and went “hey do you want a hug?” and this woman went “what?” and my manager was like “you just seem super upset about the shape of these potatoes and I thought maybe you needed a hug” fucking hysterical, I got to watch a human blue screen in real life, absolutely the best way to shame someone for their nonsense I’ve ever seen

I remember hearing that in the satanic panic of the 80s a preschool (kindergarten?) was accused of making the children all take off their clothes and dance naked in some ritual in the span of an hour. and she, exasperated, was like. (Paraphrasing) “have you ever tried to get ONE toddler dressed? You think I could get a whole classroom undressed and redressed? In an hour??”

I need to be taken to the seaside for hysteria

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no offense but some of y'all should really consume more weird media ok some of y'all are ready to clutch your pearls at the mere sight of the slightest offbeat concept in speculative fiction and this can't go on

Some of you have never seen an experimental film from the 1970s and it shows

One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!