“You are now watching the throne, don’t let me get in my zone.”
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Television is an impactful medium. Quality and/or ambitious shows get cancelled too quickly, far too often. And 99 percent of the time, once the Nielsen Ratings Gods have spoken, we are left to do nothing, to feel without resource. But this time… this time, the little guy was heard. Some 30,000 people who will never brush up against celebrity, Regular Joes who will not once see their name in an end credits crawl, were afforded — and passionately seized — the opportunity to produce a piece of entertainment. I ask: When does that ever happen?
Movie studio executives greenlight any and whatever projects they like, and in this instance, Veronica Mars: The Motion Picture simply was not going to happen. Yet when put in the hands of the fans (and their friends) who have steadfastly and long-anticipated this unlikelihood, that excited mob rallied to secure their piece of happiness. A lot of the time, the Internet is used to tear things down. To mock Smash, to snark about red carpet fashions, to hurt. All from the cozy, oft-anonymous comfort of everyone’s couches. For 10 thrilling hours on Wednesday, though, 30,000 strangers banded together online to create something.
No, the Veronica Mars Kickstarters will never see even a fraction of a back-end point if the movie happens to turn a profit. But they will smile knowing that they were a part of something rather historical. A gone-too-soon series was plucked from the ashes not by a struggling network anxious to plug a scheduling hole, but by the very people who loved and were left to mourn it. Stand on a soap box and question the dissemination of discretionary income all you want, but do not dare rob other people of their self-defined joy."
i hate when girls use those shitty insults like “you cant spell cunt without u (:” ok well theres a lot of things you cant spell without u
you cant spell soup without u what does that mean am i soup
tbh i am just tired on whole with stories about girls ~with frozen hearts~ who need to learn to laugh (at a man’s funny jokes) and relax (in a man’s supportive embrace) and love (a man)
and there should more stories about girls with frozen hearts who are perfectly fine with that or girls with soggy hearts who cry all the time and that’s ok too or girls with frozen hearts and girls with soggy hearts falling in love and making heart soup
or girls with stone hearts who are strong and sturdy and silent and who will never ever laugh at a man’s jokes but who raise good daughters kindly
like idk there are reasons for girls to be distant and cold and protective and ambitious and stop telling us we have to be warm and open when the world is a piece of misogynistic shit like change that first why don’t you
“I have been lucky to be a part of great ensembles. My work with the Upright Citizens Brigade lead me to my work on Saturday Night Live, and when I graduated from that comedy college I was worried about what came next. Then Parks and Recreation came along, a show I’m proud of where I get to work with people I love. You never know what is around the corner, unless you peek. Hold someone’s hand while you do it. You will feel less scared. You can’t do this alone. Besides, it’s much more fun to succeed and fail with other people. You can blame them when things go wrong. Take your risks now, as you grow older you become more fearful and less flexible, and I mean that literally. I hurt my knee on the treadmill this week and it wasn’t even on. Try to keep your mind open to possibilities, and your mouth closed on matters you don’t know about. Limit your always and your nevers. Continue to share your heart with people, even if its been broken. Don’t treat your heart like an action figure, wrapped in plastic and never used. And don’t try to give me that nerd argument that your heart is a Batman with a limited edition silver Batarang and therefore if it stays in its original packing it increases in value. Watch it, Harvard, you’re not better than me! Even though as a class you are smart, you are still allowed to say, ‘I don’t know.’ Just because you are in high demand, you are still allowed to say, ‘let me get back to you.’ This will come in handy when your parents ask when you plan to move out of their basement, and you answer, ‘I don’t know. Let me get back to you.’ Which leads me to my final thought. Would it kill you to be nicer to your parents? They have sacrificed so much for you, and all they want you to do is smile and take a picture with your weird cousins. Do that for them, and with less eye-rolling please.” | Amy Poehler, Harvard Commencement