Me: You know, Labyrinth actually has a lot of deep psychological impli—
Other Person: Pants.
Me: I know, right? The pants are a riot. However, the Labyrinth is very telling of Sarah’s—
Other Person: Pants.
Me: Mh-hm. But I love how the story creates a fairytale more inclined for our genera—
Other Person: PANTS.
Me: Yes. But parts of the Labyrinth really represent Sarah’s emotional journey, and advance Jareth as an antago—
Other Person: PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS.
Oh my gosh, it’s so true. Seriously. I hate it.
V&A ANNOUNCES: DAVID BOWIE IS - THE EXHIBITION
“London boy, London boy, your flashy clothes are your pride and joy…”
London’s prestigious Victoria and Albert Museum has announced details of their major spring exhibition for next year entitled: David Bowie is.
The V&A was given unprecedented access to the David Bowie Archive from where they made over 300 selections, including hand-written lyrics, original stage costumes, fashion, photography, film, music videos, set designs, artwork and a selection of Bowie’s own musical instruments.
Much of the content has never been on public display before and journalists were treated to a tiny glimpse of some of the mouth-watering items selected at a press launch inside the famous venue today.
Those items included Bowie’s beautiful multi-coloured outfit designed by Freddie Burretti from the 1972 performance of Starman on Top Of The Pops (see below), the Ashes to Ashes Pierrot costume from 1980 and the 1997 Alexander McQueen Union Jack coat created for the cover of Earthling.
Among the other treats on display at the launch were Bowie’s hand-written lyrics for both ‘Five Years’ and ‘Fame’, various iconic photographs, previously unseen footage of Bowie being photographed in 1990 by Herb Ritts and a whole lot more.
David Bowie is runs from 23 March to 28 July 2013. Find out more at the specially created mini-site where tickets are already on sale:www.vam.ac.uk/davidbowieis
Also pictured below is the set model for the Diamond Dogs tour, designed by Jules Fisher and Mark Ravitz (1974) and cut up lyrics by Bowie for Blackout from “Heroes” (1977).
WHY CAN’T I GO SEE THIS
I am practically vomiting with excitement/jealousy. GET ME TO LONDON NOW.
Also, SET MODEL!
And this is what I got out of it:
-Goddamn this show is brilliant
- I wish I were a genius
- I should get a firearms license
- I wish I looked half as good in a suit as any of those men (hell, I wish I had a suit half as nice as any of theirs)
- Fandoms terrify me a little bit, even though (or maybe because) I can relate to the intense feelings (or “feels”) they express.
My new favorite band
There are few things in the world more depressing than the knowledge that a 65 year-old Somali gynecologist has bigger balls than you could ever hope to achieve even if you gave yourself steroid collagen injections to the scrotum every night and set up an induction port that allowed you to inflate them with an air pump like a basketball or those high-top sneakers from the early 90s.
Meet Hawa Abdi. A woman who has never raised her fist in anger against another human being, but also one who could perform three C-sections on dirt-poor women, wash her hands, then go straight outside, stare down an army of gun-toting hardcore fanatical Somali militiamen, and with four words send them running for their lives on a light-speed rainbow of shame and self-loathing without even blinking. A woman once appropriately described once as “one part Mother Teresa, one part Rambo.”
Read the rest at Badass of the Week.
Somebody make a movie about this woman.
Oh my Frick. DUDE. oAo Movie, yes. I would watch that.
Guys - please click here to donate to the Dr. Hawa Abdi Foundation. I just did!
she better win that fucking Nobel twice over
Biggest bad ass. Yes.
I hope she gets the Nobel Peace Prize.
My school is requiring me to write a cover letter in order to get credit for my internship. I’m following their guidelines very closely but unfortunately they told me to be very specific about the company I’m writing to and I’m not actually writing to a real company so I just sort of made some stuff up.
This is how I feel applying for jobs right now.
"Look, I’m pretty awesome at catching on, and I’m fairly intelligent. Please give me money so I can pay my rent and spend time in your workplace and get really badass at (insert specific skills here) instead of being forced to work at the Dollar Store and waste the talents I’ve worked so hard to develop over the past five years for ten bucks an hour."