Big 26y'ol'annoying geek(not nerd-those guys wear glasses,which normally if cute makes them totally hot XD) painter, born and raised(kinda) in Lisbon, got stupid nicknames-some of which i take a lot of pride(Google,ahah...not kidding!) in...but normally respond to the basic "Annie"; am short,am of african descendance, am a girl, like people (but is fairly keen on the XX chromosome bearers,i.e raging gaaay!), love to eat, love to sleep,love comics(i told you i was a geek)Love pretty much anything that is pretty...or horror(again, geek...i can blurt stuff form horror movies for hours),am fond of cute frilly clothes,cute colorful clothes,classical cut clothes,nice sexycut clot...ok-i love clothes,i think you get it-and i can be pretty extreme on what i wear; and loooooove to show my unending will for speaking by posting huge walls of text if needed
Atm- Gf checks my tumblr to see if i bragg about her...silly silly peach *** besides that, job, new atelier,stuffs
No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.
This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.
Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.
We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.
GoldieBlox, engineering toys for girls, will now be available at Toys ‘R Us!
YES YES YES
i still remember that i was the kid that would prefer to play with any type of legos in pre-shcool (tho i liked my barbies too, and pinypons, and polly pockets) and i’d feel kinda weird because i’d play with my brother and try to help the boys, the girls weren’t that interested