we're all stories in the end
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Can we just stop and appreciate Nicki Minaj’s face for a moment. She looks genuinely very concerned for Josh here, like she thinks he was actually in an arena full of kids trying to kill him, and is confused as to why no one else finds this as shocking as she does.
What do you expect? People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
People from the Capitol just don’t understand.
*ow ow ow ow*
(via valedecem)
So! I took Divasoria’s Simple Girl Test because it made me LOL. A lot. And I got a whopping 30 points out of 380 points, which makes me about 6% Simple Girl. In fairness, the qualities “simple girls” have are qualities I would never, ever want in the first place. They include:
- Went to the first day screening of Sex and the City The Movie with girl friends
- Owns a hairy, small dog
- Reads Sophie Kinsella’s “Shopaholic” series
- And also admits to loving the “Twilight” series
- Makes their husbands/boyfriends carry their bags
I mean, really? (A) I would rather watch A Game of Thrones than Sex and the City. (B) Small, hairy dogs are not my thing. (C) I threw away the first Sophie Kinsella book I ever read after 30 pages because my brain was melting out of my ears. (D) Seriously? Just… no. (E) I can carry my own bag, thanks very much.
But really, even in jest, if this is our bench mark of what a “simple girl” is and why our society desires these girls as the perfect girlfriend/wife/whatever, then they’re in for a big shock. Because I can bet, when push comes to shove, they’re not exactly tough. Or dependable. Or independent. In fact, I don’t think they’d survive a night out in the jungle.
Give me complication. Give me your stories of awesomeness, of excitement, of adventure. Give me your sense of wonder, of joy. Give me your sadness at the loss of anything and everything that you care about. This is what being human is all about. Complicated. And I’d rather have that than French-tipped nails and carbonara at Cibo.
Such a contradiction in terms. I have yet to be able to manage both.
