Sunflowers & Lemons & Owls, Oh my!

CO2 emissions for one ~4 person tourist space trip are 50-100 times higher than the emissions from one long-haul air flight. One SpaceX flight generates the annual carbon footprint of 278 people. Space travel is the equivalent of vomiting greenhouse gases directly into the atmosphere and it is like spitting in the rest of the world’s face.

People literally are getting sick from West Coast wildfire smoke in NYC, Philadelphia, and Toronto right now. Extreme weather has caused flooding in Germany that has killed more than 150 people. The heat wave in the Northwest in June killed hundreds. The entire American West is going through a drought with the some of the most extreme conditions they have seen in 20 years. We are living through a climate crisis that is going to get worse and worse and worse and it is not only evil and cruel to refuse to do anything about it (with your BILLIONS of dollars!) but absolutely morally rotten to continue contributing to climate change that will kill millions.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams. And I know if I can make you smile by jumping over a couple of couches or running through a rainstorm, then I’ll be very glad to be a song and dance man.

Art by Jian Guo 

But. by this logic we’d also need to stop reblogging TS Eliot, Oscar Wilde, and Shakespeare quotes. Virginia Woolf wrote anti-semetic things in her private journals, too. If you only want to read classic poets who liked Jews and black people, that’s fine, but like. good luck? Sylvia Plath isn’t an exception.

idk. Tumblr’s attitude of “consume nothing problematic” just doesn’t work if you’re part of a group that most culture-creators over the last few centuries have hated by default. For people actually in those groups, it’s not like the only two choices are 1) worship authors who hate you or 2) completely cut the majority of literature out of your life. You learn to read critically and acknowledge flaws where you find them.

anyway, as a Jewish woman, I would much rather see a version of this post that said “please read Sylvia Plath poetry critically because she’s anti black and antisemetic” than just “stop reblogging Sylvia Plath poetry.”

We should be telling people instead, “Be critical as you read this person’s work. They held bigoted views. Understand how that is reflected in their work, and be mindful of it. Be critical, be thoughtful”

COSTUME EMPHASIZING BREADTH OF SHOULDERS

THEM THIGHS

WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS ABOUT HOLY SHIT

JAWLINE

EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST FEELING EXCEPTIONALLY WARM RIGHT NOW.

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Safety protocol on the set of The Card Counter.

Some shows have had to interrupt filming and when they do come back, the safety protocols are going to slow everything down. American television in particular normally films at a breakneck (and in my opinion excessive) pace.

Normally hair and makeup work in concert. If they have to work in sequence, then hair and makeup will take longer. TV actors already work 12-14 hour days when you count hair and makeup. They can’t work any longer. More time in hair and makeup = less time acting.

And any time they have to modify scenes to protect the actors, that’s going to take time too.

Stunt work, going to take longer.

Do not whine about your favorite show being delayed. Instead, take this as an opportunity.

Get a month of a streaming service you don’t normally subscribe to and try their shows.

Watch classics you never did quite get around to.

Watch more animation (animation production is not nearly as affected by social distancing).

Look for shows you weren’t sure about, and give them a try. Widen your horizons.

There’s so much good TV out there that you can find stuff to tide you over. Meanwhile, have sympathy with the cast and crew. TV actors are going to be struggling. The idea that actors can afford to go a long time without working...that’s only true for the creme de la creme.

And everyone else? Pay in entertainment ain’t great.

Look for ways to support them if you can.

“Uhhhhh. Stick.”

“What.”

“I said, give me your name, child.”

“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.

“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”

“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.

“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”

“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.