I have an internal timer in social situations; some unknown amount of time passes and suddenly, I feel the overwhelming urge to be alone and any time someone touches me I want to cry. Some people thrive off of company, but it drains me.
“Jennifer Lawrence is a thin young woman. Her body type may differ ever so slightly from the Hollywood norm—her thighs appear functional rather than merely decorative—but she’s still leaner than the vast majority of the American population. If critics are going to pick on a 21-year-old woman for not being skinny enough for a fantasy film, why haven’t they been more consistent in their critiques of actors’ bodies? I haven’t seen much concern about Liam Hemsworth’s muscular frame, even though his character in The Hunger Games occupies the same food-strapped world as Katniss. If we held actors’ physical appearance to a standard of strict realism in all movies, most Hollywood actors would be uncastable in films set in present-day America. Movie critics suspend their disbelief all the time—and when they suddenly refuse to do so for a female actor whose body looks more like an average woman’s body rather than less, it’s hard to see that as anything but sexist.”—L.V. Anderson on the critiques of Jennifer Laurence’s body being too “womanly” to play Katniss
I’m coming back! Slowly but surely, get ready for a deluge of poetry tomorrow, I’m gonna make up for every day I missed and finish out April’s 30/30. And get to my messages. Thank you for being patient. In the meantime, I’m really proud of my other blog, it’s been running on queue and it’s really beautiful right now.