The Long and Short Week

I don’t know how, but somehow this week has both gone by too quickly and I’ve not gotten everything I need to get done done and it’s just dragging on. Isn’t it time for dinner? No?

Speaking of dinner, I think we’re going to get pizza from the 312 Pizza Co., because it makes us happy.

Things I’m Thinking About

1. The more I think about this movie, the more I agree about this take. At the very least, the movie should have ended with Superman being devastated by his failing to prevent that magnitude of loss of life. People without any direct connection to 9/11 still are fucked up over it. You’re going to tell me that Superman, who is present for his city’s 9/11, and in fact is involved unwillingly in some of the destruction, isn’t really affected? I just don’t buy it. I’m all for making our Superheros more “real” if it means more human, not if it just means more brutal.

2. Everything here. Exactly. How can you justify not telling people the truth “for their own good,” when the consequences of this “but just lose the weight” attitude have been so devastating. I have long been feeling like a lot of urging to lose weight, by people who know you can’t actually keep the weight off, are asking you to be willing to try to wear a disguise in order to be treated well. And, if you won’t struggle to put on the disguise, then you deserve the abuse I heap on you.

3. “I don’t really care anymore,” she continues. “I stopped reading people’s opinions about my band about two months ago. It’s the most liberating thing I’ve ever done. There was a really good chance that if I kept reading [Internet comments] other people were going to ruin this for me, and I wasn’t gonna let that happen.”–from here.