When I was 14 -years-old, I made this PowerPoint presentation, and I invited my parents into my room and gave them popcorn. It was called ‘Project Hollywood 2004’ and it worked. I moved to L.A. in January of 2004. - Emma Stone

This has to be one of the best things I’ve read in a while. Who here would absolutely do that? *raises hand*

(Source: whysoflawless)

thegirlintheredsunglasses:

A good friend of mine writes a weekly column in our college paper. In this one he admits that characters like Katniss, Lisbeth, and Hermione have made him realize he doesn’t want an over sexualized bimbo, but is much more attracted to smart, strong, confident women. 

This article is incredibly well written and I am brimming with pride that I am friends with this young man. 

Also, duh, yeah. Every one else needs to get their shit straight. 

Just read this article Erin posted. Here’s my favorite line:

The male-female relationship is one of mutual support where each partner contributes equally to succeed.

This is my favorite thing about Harry and Hermione as well as Katniss and Peeta. They rely on each other. They work together equally (okay there are a few times Peeta is helpless, but to be fair he’s dying). They respect each other. They’re partners. That’s just what equality is about to me. Not about women’s superiority over men, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl who knows more about life and love than any one person reasonably can, any weird role reversal or separate but equal kind of thing. We’re both awesome. We’re both bad ass. We’re doing this together.

I wanted to highlight that line because at other points in the article the author gets kind of self-effacing, as nerd boys tend to do. That’s fine. But he diminishes Harry and Peeta’s roles in what happens. Harry figures out the importance of Hallows in Voldemort’s plan. Hermione’s such a stubborn cunt (says another stubborn cunt, proudly) that she insists they stick to the plan even though Harry sees connections she does not. Peeta saved Katniss’s ass repeatedly in the Capitol, being the well-spoken one, using his love for her as a ploy to win over the viewers and save their lives - he’s cunning, a smart-cookie, whereas Katniss is so in survival mode she doesn’t know or care how her behavior impacts other people.

So, yeah. That’s what I love about these stories. The partnership. The REAL equality. It’s inspiring.

noonesgoingtotopthat:

in honor of Galentines, I’d like to share a sentiment that occupied me for the duration of my bus ride. I know I can’t talk about it as eloquently as Kate can, but it is still important for me to unpack this, and then after that it does not much matter if it touches anyone else.

I find it so weird that society still pressures females to fit into specific molds. We know that these molds are lies, but we still feel bad when we perceive we don’t fit in. I was talking to two women while waiting for the bus. They’re both mothers and they’re both French majors, but it was weird to me, that both of them felt more comfortable talking about their love for Gilmore Girls, and when I brought up the Walking Dead the conversation kind of…shut down. Like, the Girlmore Girls is a show that means a lot of things to a lot of people, but I didn’t watch it or care about it. And suddenly I felt like less of a girl. My body didn’t change but suddenly my mind said, that’s not very feminine of you. And how gross is that? I’m not casting shade on them for liking what they like. But I shouldn’t feel weird that I’d rather watch the amazing antics of my Walking Dead team. (We’ll talk about the fabulous ladies on that show later). And I know that the GG are not even defining for them because we’ve talked about other shows and things. But it’s weird. Be a girl, like these things. Be a girl and like something else, and feel wrong because of it.

it’s so wrong that I have to actively undo that in my brain.

It’s unbelievable how ingrained in our systems these emotions and expectations are. You can be a woman fully convicted in her own individuality but still daily encounter the sinking sensation of not living up to a norm.

garunriot:

DYING.

Nine different kinds of yes. LOVE these ladies. Talent just…just out their amazing asses.

(Source: thingsmaxthinks, via frontiercity)

By Erin Browne

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have noticed that females tend to see another girl walking down the street and immediately hate her. No explanation. No warning. Just immediate, intense hatred. This is a completely ridiculous trait that only seems to apply to girls, so I decided to categorize the stereotypes and help you pin point why you might hate that girl across from you on the bus. Or why another girl may hate you. Does it seem ridiculous yet? Good.]

EXHIBIT A:  The Hipster Girlfriend

The hipster girlfriend is that girl that you see in the corner of the coffee shop across the table from her boyfriend. They don’t sit on the same side of the table unless they are with friends because 1) that is ‘so lame’ and 2) she probably hasn’t showered that day, due to the fact that she was too busy analyzing a Keroauc novel (something obscure, like Dharma Bums) “for fun.” She and her boyfriend do however pick the smallest table possible so they can lean over their Chai (don’t call it Chai tea, that is redundant and unnecessary) or Kombucha (because it’s like ‘so good for you, ya know.’) and gaze longingly at each other from underneath their fedoras.

Her hair may not be washed, but on her it looks like something you would find in Nylon magazine and that headband she is wearing? It was probably made in a third world country and bought at one of those stores where all the proceeds go to the aforementioned third world country. You immediately hate her because she just exudes worldly-ness even though she is probably from somewhere mundane like the Midwest. She looks like she doesn’t care, her eyes behind her too big glasses scream apathy. She sips her drink with nonchalance, she seems so mysterious shrouded in that cool outer shell. The flannel she is wearing is probably “his” (depending on how hip her boyfriend is), or some other man’s who is nameless and faceless because she bought it at a thrift store. It screams “homeless musician.” By looking at her you know she plays bass and not guitar because bass is just “that much more alternative.” The story that you make up in your head about her makes you cringe, but it is all too true.

You move a little closer because your innate hatred for her also makes you wildly fascinated. Their conversation consists of a lot of band names you have never heard of. She talks about how “their older stuff was great. The lyrics actually meant something you know? And all those allusions to (insert hipster novel/indie film here) were just so poignant. But their newer stuff? Top 40 corporate bullshit if you ask me. I remember when I saw them in a club that only held 70 people and it was so packed the sweat on my shirt (that she probably still hasn’t washed just so she can ‘still live the moment’) wasn’t even mine. Now they are playing at (insert larger venue here) *SCOFF*”

Her boyfriend will 1) totally agree if he is as hip as her and they will look melancholy together or 2) will totally agree even though he likes the new “top 40 corporate bullshit” because that is what he heard on the radio and only heard the older stuff because she plays it off her iPod in her used nondescript compact car (when she has to drive and not bike somewhere.) He is agreeing because she is “totally hot” in that exotic way and he just “wants to get some.”

If it is number one than she is pumped because “he is her music soul mate and everyone knows that is the foundation for a lasting relationship (that wont end in marriage, until there is equality in every state.)” If it is number two than she will feel like she is opening up this young man’s world and feel all high and mighty and charitable and he will get “so much cuter because he is so naive.”

Her boyfriend now seems like a poor schmuck to you, but also more attractive. You wish you were opening up his world (if he is not hip) or that he could open up yours (if he is hip.) You continue to listen to their conversation with a morbid fascination, like watching a car crash. You want to look away, you hate her, but you can’t. You love her.

They talk about how after college they want to ditch their degrees and backpack around Europe. They want to stay in hostels and not be “fucking tourists.” She speaks Italian and it helps her “understand French and Spanish.” So what the hell is she doing in America? They sound so bohemian but you can tell that Daddy is probably paying for everything. By the way she is discussing this trip you correctly assume she is studying art. No: photography. She probably appreciates “activist realism” and finds Impressionism to be “boring” and “predictable.” Her shoes are probably vegan (even though she isn’t.) Or Vans (and they match her boyfriend’s.)

You look down at your skinny jeans and realize that hers are skinnier (from all that biking.) She looks like she is trying to recreate Elvis Costello’s look from his My Aim is True days. If her boyfriend is on her same level of hip than his look is quite similar. They probably share pants. They look to be the same height and weight.

As you watch them you think about how it is similar to watching one of those “indie romance” movies you stumble across on the instant queue on NetFlix. This thought makes you decide that she only watches movies with subtitles.
While all the other couples in the coffee shop are kissing or holding hands this particular couple is so progressive they don’t need to show affection in public. They know they are together, their energy should let everyone else know. And it does.

You automatically know she is a feminist. Not a bra burning, anti-shaving feminist who thinks the problem is the way men treat women. No, she is one of those feminists who believes that the real problem is the way women treat each other. You just know her legs are smoother than yours and this thought makes you hate her even more. You see her point.

She describes herself as a “traditionalist” and a “purest” which is why she bought that 35mm Minolta off of ebay, rides a vintage Motobecane, uses over the ear headphones and not earbuds (because they are so much better for your ears), watches film noirs, and prefers records and cassette tapes to CDs. She probably still owns a VCR yet you notice the brand new iPhone peeking out of her pocket. Somehow in casual conversation with her boyfriend she makes all of this known, as if she knows other people are watching her. She revels in this thought, but she pretends not to care. That is the key to all of her mystery and what makes her different from you: she doesn’t care.

They leave and you picture them going home and blogging together. They compete over who has more followers on twitter and who has a more authentic “brand.” He prefers micro-blogs. She prefers “the real thing.”

Even though, in your mind, she is a complete elitist, she is really nice. You know that is probably the case in real life as well. And in both cases she is judging your opinion on everything.

Just like the fact that you are listening to Lady Gaga on your iPod and drinking coffee that isn’t fair trade as you observe and loathe her and her boyfriend.
You know her judgments would be correct. You know yours are too.

Daniel Radcliffe Clashed With Emma Watson On Potter Set

Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson regularly caused friction on the Harry Potter set by engaging in furious bust-ups and refusing to talk to each other.
The actor counts Watson as one of his closest friends, but admits his co-star infuriated him when they took opposing stances in their frequent debates.
He tells Britain’s Radio Times, “Oh, God. We used to argue about everything. Religion. Politics. I remember one of the big arguments we had on the fourth film - we didn’t speak to each other for a couple of days - was about… She was arguing about the Latin language, that nobody knows what it sounds like, what a Latin accent should be. And I was like, ‘Yeah, but it’s still spoken a lot in the Catholic church.’
“Such a w**ky argument, looking back, and it got totally out of hand. She was furious; I was livid.”
But the Brit admits his brainy pal often got the better of him, adding, “I certainly would advise anyone, if you’re going to debate with her, know your s**t.”

(Source: pottyandweasel, via maxine-shaw)

BEST OF 2011| ACTORS

Emma Stone
Seen, this year, in: Crazy Stupid Love, The Help

“Ever since I can remember, acting is what has made me feel free, entirely, it really makes me emotional, but it’s really where I’m happy hands down. Between ‘action’ and ‘cut’ is where I feel like me completely. That’s where my energy comes from.”

(via thescienceofillusion)

“I was the dork in high school who sang musical numbers up and down the hallways.” —Amy Adams

(via frontiercity)

I love how her old “gay boyfriend” and his boyfriend were, like, the stereotypical disinterested, “ironic hipster” types and Andy is nothing but pure positivity and enthusiasm. They set April up with this kind of struggle between continuing to not care about anything or embracing the side of her that wants not be judgmental and have fun. And I love that she picks that part! And that they get married spontaneously and it totally works. It was just really well written. And it is consistent with a theme of the show that is mainly demonstrated in Leslie Knope but also appears in Chris vs. Ben and other areas of embracing caring, optimism, and passion instead of being “cool” or uninvolved.

miss-education:

ilikebossygirls:

This is one example of many that have been popping up lately in the Unfuck movement: Unfuck Your Habitat. I love this mentality because it can be applied to anything…

Just as an FYI, the “Unfuck Your Habitat” movement IS the “Unfuck” movement. It was started by PileofMonkeys, and people have been using the term “Unfuck” for things other than their habitat, but the “Unfuck” movement most definitely originally started with “Unfuck Your Habitat.”

Oh good! Fantastic, then I posted the right one. Thanks for letting me know! I really love this.

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