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I'm not familiar with Dread Jim. What solutions are these?
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22hr ago
I have experienced tiny amounts of short term, quickly resolved, sexual envy of things she's gotten to do while I'm still at work or out of town
I was kinda of upset she got to go to the zoo without me. She knows I love the zoo.
Uhh... forgive me for asking, but why would her going to the zoo without you inspire sexual envy specifically?
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1d ago
Absolutely, or (as I pointed out in the OP), men who follow e-girls on Twitch who cancel their subscriptions when they discover their waifu has a boyfriend.
The difference being that any man who behaves this way is rightfully considered a laughingstock, whereas straight women who do the equivalent can earn money by doing so.
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1d ago
I bet a lot of them were just disappointed that, whatever the creators of Sherlock would have their audience believe (or not wink wink), Cumberbatch is not, in fact, a homosexual, and nor is Martin Freeman.
Apparently a bunch of art hoes felt "betrayed" by Chalamet's decision to start a relationship with a vapid airheaded bimbo* like Kylie Jenner.
What this "betrayal" amounts to is that said art hoes constructed a parasocial delusion of what Chalamet was "really" like based on the roles he'd played, then felt disappointed when the real thing didn't love up to the fantasy they'd constructed in their heads.
Newsflash: actors not same people as characters they portray. Like most heterosexual men, even soulful actors who can convincingly portray gay characters want to date hot rich girls with big tits, not annoying they/them quirk chunguses with green hair.
I just realised that the Gen X/Millennial equivalent was feminist writers feeling disappointed by Johnny Depp marrying archetypal grippy-socks-grippy-box BPD art hoe Amber Heard, twenty years his junior. Re-reading this piece is a cringe-inducing insight into Millennial feminism and this author's warped, pathetic worldview, no matter how much she might claim that its overwroughtness is intentional and tongue-in-cheek:
Never meet your heroes, they’ll only disappoint you. All I know is this: Johnny, I have loved you for so long. Decades. But it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore. [It's not "like" you don't know who he is. You don't know who he is, and you never did. You've never even met him. You "knew" his screen persona.]
The first time I saw you, as Detective Tom Hanson, you were wearing glasses, as part of your “undercover” uniform. I thought to myself, That nerd has good cheekbones... Also, when Hoffs gave you a makeover and then you guys went to go play video games and buy records, my heart skipped a beat: You were down with brown?** That curly-haired black chick you’re hanging out with could be me. [Jesus Christ.] Honestly? The fact that we’re both Geminis was part of it. [Jesus Christ.]
[Edward Scissorhands] made it clear that not only were you a True Talent, but you were attracted to the odd, the off, the slightly damaged, the possibly broken inside. Yes. Exactly. Me too. [The film "made clear" none of these things. Johnny Depp is an ACTOR portraying a FICTIONAL CHARACTER who has BLADES FOR HANDS.]
Why would you, the anti-establishment, anti-celebrity celebrity slash wannabe-rebel, be making these choices, the kind of choices that make you seem like every other mediocre-talent middle-aged constant mid-life crisis man in Hollywood? [Because he was experiencing a midlife crisis upon entering middle age.] Your effortlessly managed, meticulously curated persona as mysterious eccentric creative hot thoughtful intriguing super cool guy? You’re shattering it. Decades-long crushes are being soured, longtime fans are confuzzled***, and I don’t even know what to say to people anymore. [Finally you're groping towards the truth. "Effortlessly managed" and "meticulously curated" is exactly what Depp's persona was. By definition, no one needs to "manage" or "curate" their "true selves".]
I love it when you come and make an appearance, mingle with the plebes and the riff-raff, but to be honest, it was even more appealing when you holed up in France, avoiding tabloid drama and paparazzi lenses. It’s kind of like in Scissorhands, when Edward’s living in a gothic castle on a hill, but Kim knows he’s still there — and that he still loves her — because it snows. [JESUS CHRIST.]
Probably the feminist Ryan Gosling meme contains a hefty dose of this fantasy too. Sorry ladies: the Goose can have any girl he wants, and he, too, wants to date a hot Latina. See also the absurd attempts to portray Harry Styles as "queer", which he obviously isn't under even the most expansive definitions of that famously ill-defined term.
Nerdy, socially awkward male screenwriters get a lot of stick for indulging their Manic Pixie Dream Girl fantasy, but in their defense, at least they're usually content to invent fictional characters to fulfil this fantasy for them, rather than conscripting real-life women into doing so and berating them when they can't perform a job they never agreed to carry out. If there's an instance of a professional male journalist getting paid to describe the anguish he felt upon learning that his favourite shy nerdy Twitch e-girl was in fact a fake gamer girl getting railed by Chad Thundercock™ every night, I'm not aware of it.
*Their words, not mine.
**The author's inference that Depp himself was "down with brown" because he portrayed a character who dated a black woman is, obviously, nonsense: as far as I can tell, Depp has never been romantically involved with a non-white woman.
**Oh no, we wouldn't want people getting confuzzled, would we? That would be totes not amazeballs, fo' shizzle.
I loved it, and would happily go to see it in the cinema a second time, something I hardly ever do. I have facetiously described it as a film about the horror of ending up in a relationship with an abusive BPD art hoe.
Lmao fair. Maybe if I re-read The Road today I'd find this stylistic device more annoying than I did on my first read. As I recall it's not a particularly dialogue-heavy book which might also make it more forgiveable.
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1d ago
Funny, I don't remember noticing the lack of quotes in The Road. But when I heard Sally Rooney omits them that was all the reason I needed not to check her out.
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1d ago
About two-thirds of the way through Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.
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2d ago
It's an inherent limitation. Some people gave ambiguous answers like "I don't know" or "I think so, but I have no proof and never got a confession". In the latter case I counted that as a yes.
To be clear, my description of Nikki as an abusive BPD art hoe was facetious. The film hammers home that Bear is a selfish coward who brings his fate upon himself, and for all his so-called "love" of Nikki, he's more than willing to sacrifice her well-being on the altar of his own sexual and romantic gratification.
That being said, I don't think it's an accident that the possessed Nikki's obsessive love of Bear manifests in a way that pattern-matches to so much stereotypically borderline behaviour: violent mood swings, abrupt temper tantrums, lies to curry sympathy, empty apologies (and equally empty promises to change one's behaviour) and manipulative suicide threats. I find it interesting that, when the director began writing the screenplay, it was just a story about an abusive romantic relationship with no supernatural elements at all: it was only a chance viewing of an episode of The Simpsons that inspired him to incorporate the "monkey's paw"/possession element into the story.
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2d ago
Well, if you consider school shootings terror attacks...
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3d ago
Hmm. If I was single, I think I would rather receive nudes intended just for me than watch porn.
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3d ago
Is it a thing Newfies do? They might as well be Irish.
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3d ago
Normally my fiancée scares much easier than me, but in this case I was more scared than her. I explained to her that it's a very male-coded style of horror: the horror of getting trapped in a relationship with an abusive BPD art hoe.
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4d ago
My fiancée. As I explained below, Irish people often use "himself" or "herself" to refer to their significant other. Occasionally I forget that this is a phrasing peculiar to the Irish.
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4d ago
The Pew Research Centre has a new political typology quiz.
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4d ago
Absolutely. The sound design is a big part of what made it so effective.
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4d ago
This is just how Hiberno-English works, I'm afraid.
Definitely a big selection effect on both ends: it's humiliating to have been cheated on, and shameful to have cheated. I've never cheated in a serious adult relationship, nor (to the best of my knowledge) been cheated on in one. After racking my brains trying to think of people I know who've been through this, I came up with a few examples:
A few years ago, I dated a woman for a couple of months. After initially giving vague explanations for how her previous relationship ended, she eventually confided in me that she'd moved in with her boyfriend of four years, only to wake up one morning to find him lying next to her having phone sex with another woman. This turned out to be the tip of the iceberg, and he'd essentially been unfaithful to her with various women for the entirety of the relationship. She admitted that, in retrospect, she ought to have trusted her gut.
Several years ago, my cousin got cheated on by his ex-girlfriend, although I don't know any details beyond that.
It seems it runs in the family: a couple of years ago, his mother (my aunt) discovered that her husband was having an "emotional affair" with another woman, whom he left her for. Sadly, this is my aunt's second divorce – she sure can pick em.
A few years ago I had a friend who was an immigrant. He invited me on his stag party to a foreign country (not his home country) along with some friends from his home country, none of whom I'd ever met before. One of these friends was married, and he had sex with another woman during the stag. Admittedly, I know essentially nothing about this man: for all I know he has some kind of "arrangement" with his wife.
About ten years ago I had sex with a woman who was working as an au pair, and whom I knew had a boyfriend in her home country. I know the fault isn't strictly with me, and I was far from the only person with whom she was unfaithful to him, though I'm still not proud of it. Do unto others and all that.
I believe my uncle once mentioned having been unfaithful to an ex-boyfriend, although I can't remember the details (and, frankly, I get the impression these sorts of things are taken much less seriously in the gay community compared to the straight).
I had a friend (who I'll call James) who was engaged to a woman (who I'll call Roberta). A significant period of time into their engagement (at least a year), I met up with James and he confided in me that he and Roberta had decided to open up their erstwhile exclusive monogamous relationship, at her suggestion. I asked him how he felt about this, and he said he was fine with it. I met him again less than a month later and he told me they'd called off the engagement. This is a marginal example: Roberta did ask him for permission before fucking someone else. It seems like an excellent example of what @cjet79 was talking about, that infidelity is the coward's way of initiating a breakup.
A colleague of mine told me that his first marriage collapsed very shortly after it began when he discovered his wife had been unfaithful to him with multiple men. It was more than twenty years ago, and yet I can tell he's still bitter about it. I don't blame him.
I had a close female friend who was in a relationship with a friend of my girlfriend at the time. But while she was never physically intimate with him, she had sex with multiple men behind his back. In retrospect the entire "relationship" was a bit of a joke.
My sister was in a lengthy relationship with a man who left her for another woman, although I don't know if he was unfaithful to her before the relationship ended.
A friend of mine has been in a relationship for many years, and one of his girlfriend's friends is a girl I knew from college. That girl's boyfriend has been unfaithful to her at least once, but she forgave him.
I'm sure there are others I've forgotten.
There must be at least two hundred people I've known in my life that I could plausibly imagine them confiding in me that they'd cheated or been cheated on. I can't imagine the combined rate of infidelity (cheating and being cheated on) is a mere 5.5%. I suspect some people aren't being entirely forthcoming.
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