I don’t think there are many directors who can claim to be as versatile as George Miller
ok but this doesnt even scratch the surface of George Miller, Dr Director.
before getting into making huge fucking films, george miller spent his time getting a medical doctorate to become an emergency room physician, only to make a one off experimental film in his final year of med school that won a student competition and apparently got him to go “oh i can have TWO careers!”
while working as a doctor full time, he would crew on whatever experimental short films were happening in the area, until he got enough money to found the kennedy miller productions company with his friend and frequent film partner byron kennedy. they stuck to short films for several years, before miller decided eh fuck it and did Mad Max.
he remained a working physician all the way through mad max 2, both for covering filming costs, and because you’re required to have a doctor on set for films, so he was like oh hey ill handle that then.
after that he was on a rollercoaster of bigger films, mostly action, horror, or black comedy.
in the early 90s he had some kids which apparently was an OH NO MY KIDS CANT WATCH ANY OF MY FILMS moment, leading him to want to try his hand at children’s films for a while–turns out his favorite film of all time is friggin PINOCCHIO. he primarily worked on those while raising his kids, before heading back to mad max. and, yes, he is still usually the first doctor on set who treats people during breaks.
So there’s a known thing in the study of human psychology/sociology/what-have-you where men are known to, on average, rely entirely on their female romantic partner for emotional support. Bonding with other men is done at a more superficial level involving fun group activities and conversations about general subjects but rarely involves actually leaning on other men or being really honest about emotional problems. Men use alcohol to be able to lower their inhibitions enough to expose themselves emotionally to other men, but if you can’t get emotional support unless you’re drunk, you have a problem.
So men need to have a woman in their lives to have anyone they can share their emotional needs and vulnerabilities with. However, since women are not socialized to fear sharing these things, women’s friendships with other women are heavily based on emotional support. If you can’t lean on her when you’re weak, she’s not your friend. To women, what friendship is is someone who listens to all your problems and keeps you company.
So this disconnect men are suffering from is that they think that only a person who is having sex with you will share their emotions and expect support. That’s what a romantic partner does. But women think that’s what a friend does. So women do it for their romantic partners and their friends and expect a male friend to do it for them the same as a female friend would. This fools the male friend into thinking there must be something romantic there when there is not.
This here is an example of patriarchy hurting everyone. Women have a much healthier approach to emotional support – they don’t die when widowed at nearly the rate that widowers die and they don’t suffer emotionally from divorce nearly as much even though they suffer much more financially, and this is because women don’t put all their emotional needs on one person. Women have a support network of other women. But men are trained to never share their emotions except with their wife or girlfriend, because that isn’t manly. So when she dies or leaves them, they have no one to turn to to help with the grief, causing higher rates of death, depression, alcoholism and general awfulness upon losing a romantic partner.
So men suffer terribly from being trained in this way. But women suffer in that they can’t reach out to male friends for basic friendship. I am not sure any man can comprehend how heartbreaking it is to realize that a guy you thought was your friend was really just trying to get into your pants. Friendship is real. It’s emotional, it’s important to us. We lean on our friends. Knowing that your friend was secretly seething with resentment when you were opening up to him and sharing your problems because he felt like he shouldn’t have to do that kind of emotional work for anyone not having sex with him, and he felt used by you for that reason, is horrible. And the fact that men can’t share emotional needs with other men means that lots of men who can’t get a girlfriend end up turning into horrible misogynistic people who think the world owes them the love of a woman, like it’s a commodity… because no one will die without sex. Masturbation exists. But people will die or suffer deep emotional trauma from having no one they can lean on emotionally. And men who are suffering deep emotional trauma, and have been trained to channel their personal trauma into rage because they can’t share it, become mass shooters, or rapists, or simply horrible misogynists.
The only way to fix this is to teach boys it’s okay to love your friends. It’s okay to share your needs and your problems with your friends. It’s okay to lean on your friends, to hug your friends, to be weak with your friends. Only if this is okay for boys to do with their male friends can this problem be resolved… so men, this one’s on you. Women can’t fix this for you; you don’t listen to us about matters of what it means to be a man. Fix your own shit and teach your brothers and sons and friends that this is okay, or everyone suffers.
And to teach them to leave women the fuck alone if they’re asked to do so.
My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.
lol.
I really love these, and I reblog them every single time. Some of you don’t realize how easy it’s to forget to do some of those stuff or how hard they can be some days.
Legitimate *pro bono legal services* don’t exist without a good reason. In a few of the exmormon groups I’m in you’ll see regular posts saying stuff like “Look what my lawyer sent me today!” with a pic of their resignation confirmation letter from the church.
You know. Just stuff that a normal average church that is definitely not actually a cult would do. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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As an ex-mormon, I’m gonna look the fuck into this. I want nothing to do with the church that shaped so much toxicity about my self image and my sexual orientation.
Not sure if any followers need this but if you do, here you go.
Everyone should be able to choose their religious beliefs and community, and leave any that they find does not work for them.
Ex mormon here – this guy’s legit. The Mormon holds your files for eternity, and when they find out that you’ve moved to a new area, they will send members and missionaries from that region to harass you. I know this sounds like dystopic bullshit, but they followed my father through three moves before he rejoined the church.
i’ve stopped trash talking comic sans after learning the font is actually one of the only dyslexia-friendly fonts that come standard with most computers and i advocate for others doing the same
In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans, other dyslexia-friendly alternatives include Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, Century Gothic and Trebuchet.
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Random fact: Verdana is one of the few fonts which was specifically designed to be as easy to read as possible, even at smaller type sizes. It was designed this way for use on screen, but the same principles apply in print too. This is part of why some Universities use Verdana as their default font for documents.
“In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans” is one of the best things I’ve ever read on this website
Century Gothic and Trebuchet are both quite handsome typefaces.
I’m partial to Century Gothic as well. It’s serif, but not boring.
There’s also a dyslexic font designed especially for dyslexic people to read.
You can install on your tablets, laptops and browers etc, so not only can you change things like documents into it, you can change websites into that font as well!
I’m sure you’re bright enough to do a google search, but since I’m dumb enough to forget to post a link, here it is. Better late than never
Hello! ‘TIS I, SHE WHO MAKETH THE SPARKLY CANDLES.
Remember these?
This is Hocus Pocus: The scent of good witches everywhere: pumpkin cupcakes with buttercream frosting, and a single candy corn on top!
It is back this year, along with a new trio of candles based on the spooky stories of Ellicott City, MD!
Hell House: The scent of the Patapsco valley in the fall– turning leaves and freshly-trod soil– swathed in a haze of unearthly ecclesiastical incense.
Many who enjoy an easy hike have stumbled upon the remains of St. Mary’s college in the woods of Illchester, on the outskirts of Ellicott City. The first building was built in the 1830’s by George Ellicott, the grandson of one Ellicott City’s founders, in hopes that it would be a popular stop for travelers along the brand new B&O Railroad. Alas, that never happened, and the property and lands were sold to The Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer, commonly known as the Redemptorists, in 1866. They used the site primarily as a seminary college, which was renamed St. Mary’s College in 1882.
The college closed its doors in 1972 and fell into disrepair, making it a popular spot for thrill-seekers and teenagers. Stories began to circulate about satanic altars on the grounds, each retelling embellishing more on the macabre history of the newly-minted “Hell House.”
As partying and vandalism by local teens began to occur more frequently, the site’s caretaker, Hudson, became a part of the legend. He often chased off tresspasers with a salt-filled shotgun and his pack of dogs. He was so fearsome that even local police began to warn against interacting with the man, who was often in court for his vigorous defense of his charge. He has since retired as caretaker, and the position remains unfilled.
Fires have gutted the site, and now little remains. Even the gothic cupola, exposed and overgrown with vines, has had its iconic cross stolen in the last year– a disappointment to hikers and lovers of spooky tales. Still, stories of spectral gunshots, evil deeds, and unholy rites are told about the old Hell House, and woe betide those who visit after dark, lest they incur the wrath of an angry caretaker and his baying hounds, who are said to still haunt the nearby woods.
Oak Lawn: The morning repast, prepared by spectral hands– freshly-baked cinnamon buns and steaming black coffee.
Oak Lawn, also called the Hayden House, is the abode of one of the more pleasant spirits to call Ellicott City home. Built in the early 19th century, it was the home of Edward Parsons Hayden, Ellicott City’s first county clerk. There he lived with his wife and six children until he passed away in 1850.
The house changed hands many times after his death, and stories began to circulate about some of its… peculiar qualities. Along with the typical signs of a haunting– foosteps on the stairs, flickering lights– there emerged a rather agreeable side effect of a ghostly prescence. Those that entered the building would be surprised to sniff the scent of coffee and a variety of delicious breakfast foods! Sometimes it was bacon, sometimes eggs, and yet other times baked goods, but always heavenly! The unseen chef was dubbed “the cooking ghost of Oak Lawn,” and their handiwork was enjoyed for many years before the mouth-watering phenomenon mysteriously ceased.
The Patapsco Female Institute:Southern flowers chilled by Northerly winds. Magnolia and orange blossom, rimmed with ghastly frost.
The Patapsco Female Institute was one of the nation’s first womens’ schools. Opened in 1839, it attracted the daughters of Southern gentry with its grand ballroom and finely-appointed accomodations. However, the stone building could become frigidly cold in the winter, and in a time before widespread indoor plumbing, sickness could rapidly spread within its walls. Colds and influenza were common, and sometimes fatal.
The ghost said to haunt the halls of the Institute is that of Annie Van Derlot, whose stay at the school was both bitter and short. She complained about the school in many angry letters home, and succumbed to pneumonia during her first winter there. It is said that her form can still be seen in the areas that once contained the school’s classrooms and dormitories, even long after the building had begun to crumble. Many have seen her pale form wandering the grounds beneath the watery light of the winter moon.
This trio of 6oz candle tins measure 2 ¾" wide by 1 ¾" deep. (This is slightly smaller than my full-size 8oz tins.) The waxes will be topped with an overspray of iridescent glitter. The glitter used in my candles is safe for use in candles, and the ultrafine particles will also not clog your wick.
Halloween collection candles will pre-order September 2017 and ship early October 2017. If purchased with a Halloween box, they will ship with your box.
Death By Catchphrase 