a week ago I almost cried watching this movie…what?! for the record computer animated montages are just as effective as real people movie montages.
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a week ago I almost cried watching this movie…what?! for the record computer animated montages are just as effective as real people movie montages.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I forgot how much I liked French Kicks.
it’s never too early in the morning to remember what caused all the nightmares of your youth.
It’s been so long that I graduated college so it seems a bit ridiculous to still find delight in reading articles that further illustrate my post-graduate frustration. Still, I’m nowhere near having a job that even slightly reflects the work I did in college or in my several internships so until that happens, I wil probably still read articles like this and think of the old adage, “misery loves company.”
![I love Betty despite everyone’s hate. Jezebel wrote about it today.
The character of Betty Draper, who was fresh and hopeful in season one, is now nervous with periodically shaking hands. She is withdrawn, bitter and cold. She is alternately dismissive and cruel to her children (particularly her daughter), her friends and other family members. She is unhappy and the world knows it. Personal misery can make for an unpleasant personality.
I understand why Betty is the way she is. She was molded by her family and a society that viewed women like her as dolls not living, breathing women with needs and desires. In Sunday’s episode, Betty’s father Gene hints several times that he, too, didn’t know what kind of person he was raising. He mentions that Betty is nothing like her independent mother, his wife, who was working when he first met her. He frets that he shielded Betty from too many things, raised her to be a princess—”Scarlett O’Hara” he calls her. After he tries to discuss his final wishes with his daughter, she huffs: (paraphrasing) I know it must be hard for you to face whatever it is your facing, but can’t you keep it to yourself? It’s selfish and morbid for you to talk to me about it. I’m your little girl! Later, Gene tells his grandaughter, Betty’s child, that she can be whatever she wants to be…”no matter what your mother says.” It is likely a message he never gave his “little girl” Betty. Nor does it seem he encouraged his wife’s independent streak, as there is no mention of her working after they married. […]
A commenter named Lgreer28 on Television Without Pity asked just this question to the Betty haters:
I find it amazing that people are always pointing out Betty’s immaturity, while ignoring the immaturity of the other characters. Why do they expect her to be the perfect parent? Why is it that her flaws are not tolerated, yet the flaws of the other characters are? Why do they constantly complain about Betty’s flaws and ignore Don’s? Why do they ignore the fact that Don is no more a perfect parent than Betty? Why do they ignore his own immaturity or his tendencies to indulge in his own illusions?
Indeed. Betty is a bad mother, but “Mad Men” is riddled with bad fathers. Betty is selfish, but not nearly as selfish as her errant husband. As for my beef, Betty hardly created the hierarchy of race and femininity that strangles her and all of the other women on the show—black ones, included. There is scarcely a man on the show who hasn’t committed Betty’s “crimes” and much more and who isn’t 10 times more responsible for perpetuating the inequities of the time. Yet, she is the person that gets all of our hate, which maybe proves that when it comes to sexism, we aren’t so much more enlightened than folks were in Betty’s day. We tut and gasp over the biased treatment of women on “Mad Men.” “My God, I’m so glad things are different today!” But as we analyze the show and its characters with our 21st century eyes, a woman is still judged more harshly than a man for similar infractions. We’ve laid aside the mid-day gin at the office, the skinny ties and girdles. But it seems that, in some ways, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
nataliealice:
tesslynch:
I don’t hate Betty Draper. I love her. I think she’s a Capricorn. I admire how she “tr[ies] to be a vegetarian, sometimes.” Sure, she’s kind of distant with her kids — not just the boring boy one, but Sally! — but I don’t blame her. Her form of affection is control and thoughtfully planned gestures. She is the perfect WASP. In 35 years, she will be Lucille Bluth; this is the kind of mature lady I’d like to be. Sporadically cruel, but unpredictably so, and only to people who deserve it. Drinking purposefully, but not necessarily to excess. Dressing in jewel tones and rubbing my nylon-clad feet. Why not? Have you ever drunk a bottle of sherry with a woman like Betty Draper? It’s always a trip. I’ll stand up for old Birdie. I’d probably steal her scalloped potatoes recipe, because it’d probably be da business.
Taking your children with you to Reno to get a quickie divorce from a husband that has only told you lies, every day of your marriage (let’s not, as Don does, confuse love with sentimentality/nostalgia (see: video below)) is a god damned ballsy move for the time period, where nuculear families reigned supreme and you’re filthy rich.
Why does everyon despise Betty? Nearing the end of my last relationship, I caught myself (sans cigarette, because I don’t smoke) holding wine glasses lazily, just like her, and staring menacingly at the kitchen/living room/friend’s house wall. Betty Draper IS exactly what we are when we’re staring into and also simultaneously pushing away a total truth: this person is an absolute stranger to me, I am not loved by him/her. The beauty in Betty (besides the obvious aesthetics) is that shes a tough broad, and can stare into someone’s soul hard enough to blast a hole through the back of their head.](http://blogs.amctv.com/mad-men/betty-fashion.jpg)
I love Betty despite everyone’s hate. Jezebel wrote about it today.
The character of Betty Draper, who was fresh and hopeful in season one, is now nervous with periodically shaking hands. She is withdrawn, bitter and cold. She is alternately dismissive and cruel to her children (particularly her daughter), her friends and other family members. She is unhappy and the world knows it. Personal misery can make for an unpleasant personality.
I understand why Betty is the way she is. She was molded by her family and a society that viewed women like her as dolls not living, breathing women with needs and desires. In Sunday’s episode, Betty’s father Gene hints several times that he, too, didn’t know what kind of person he was raising. He mentions that Betty is nothing like her independent mother, his wife, who was working when he first met her. He frets that he shielded Betty from too many things, raised her to be a princess—”Scarlett O’Hara” he calls her. After he tries to discuss his final wishes with his daughter, she huffs: (paraphrasing) I know it must be hard for you to face whatever it is your facing, but can’t you keep it to yourself? It’s selfish and morbid for you to talk to me about it. I’m your little girl! Later, Gene tells his grandaughter, Betty’s child, that she can be whatever she wants to be…”no matter what your mother says.” It is likely a message he never gave his “little girl” Betty. Nor does it seem he encouraged his wife’s independent streak, as there is no mention of her working after they married. […]
A commenter named Lgreer28 on Television Without Pity asked just this question to the Betty haters:
I find it amazing that people are always pointing out Betty’s immaturity, while ignoring the immaturity of the other characters. Why do they expect her to be the perfect parent? Why is it that her flaws are not tolerated, yet the flaws of the other characters are? Why do they constantly complain about Betty’s flaws and ignore Don’s? Why do they ignore the fact that Don is no more a perfect parent than Betty? Why do they ignore his own immaturity or his tendencies to indulge in his own illusions?
Indeed. Betty is a bad mother, but “Mad Men” is riddled with bad fathers. Betty is selfish, but not nearly as selfish as her errant husband. As for my beef, Betty hardly created the hierarchy of race and femininity that strangles her and all of the other women on the show—black ones, included. There is scarcely a man on the show who hasn’t committed Betty’s “crimes” and much more and who isn’t 10 times more responsible for perpetuating the inequities of the time. Yet, she is the person that gets all of our hate, which maybe proves that when it comes to sexism, we aren’t so much more enlightened than folks were in Betty’s day. We tut and gasp over the biased treatment of women on “Mad Men.” “My God, I’m so glad things are different today!” But as we analyze the show and its characters with our 21st century eyes, a woman is still judged more harshly than a man for similar infractions. We’ve laid aside the mid-day gin at the office, the skinny ties and girdles. But it seems that, in some ways, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I don’t hate Betty Draper. I love her. I think she’s a Capricorn. I admire how she “tr[ies] to be a vegetarian, sometimes.” Sure, she’s kind of distant with her kids — not just the boring boy one, but Sally! — but I don’t blame her. Her form of affection is control and thoughtfully planned gestures. She is the perfect WASP. In 35 years, she will be Lucille Bluth; this is the kind of mature lady I’d like to be. Sporadically cruel, but unpredictably so, and only to people who deserve it. Drinking purposefully, but not necessarily to excess. Dressing in jewel tones and rubbing my nylon-clad feet. Why not? Have you ever drunk a bottle of sherry with a woman like Betty Draper? It’s always a trip. I’ll stand up for old Birdie. I’d probably steal her scalloped potatoes recipe, because it’d probably be da business.
Taking your children with you to Reno to get a quickie divorce from a husband that has only told you lies, every day of your marriage (let’s not, as Don does, confuse love with sentimentality/nostalgia (see: video below)) is a god damned ballsy move for the time period, where nuculear families reigned supreme and you’re filthy rich.
Why does everyon despise Betty? Nearing the end of my last relationship, I caught myself (sans cigarette, because I don’t smoke) holding wine glasses lazily, just like her, and staring menacingly at the kitchen/living room/friend’s house wall. Betty Draper IS exactly what we are when we’re staring into and also simultaneously pushing away a total truth: this person is an absolute stranger to me, I am not loved by him/her. The beauty in Betty (besides the obvious aesthetics) is that shes a tough broad, and can stare into someone’s soul hard enough to blast a hole through the back of their head.
Julian Casablancas—11th Dimension
Pretty in Pink was a staple of my childhood. I am sad.
This song tore the house down in college and recently a few more friends were added to its list of fans. I’ve said it before— I find it almost impossible to create a top ten list of favorite songs but if I had to, I think this song and New Order’s “Ceremony” would be on it.
I don’t expect much of the human race to have a ton in common, but I do think that if this song doesn’t hit you within notes— WITHIN NOTES— of the opening, you probably aren’t that cool.
And you can take that from the girl who downloads episodes of Roseanne illegally on a regular basis.
Alarm clocks that continue to make noise until you perform a task make me feel sad.
“If you won’t listen to my words, then listen to my dancing feet”
