Barbie, I fucking love this movie. I rarely edit these things. Pfffftt… I’m just a woman. I’ll be pregnant any day now.
Dammit, my rambling blog had my thoughts on feminism and how it was represented, but it was lost, and now I’m chill. Short version. It was Hollywood. Everyone had perfect skin and clothes. I am not going to tell anyone how to feel about it. I do think a lot of people saw it, just to hate it. When women were mad at their 6-year olds going, I was thinking… it’s PG-13. It’s anti-male too? Are you kidding me? We should kick it out of theaters because of that? So… what about the hundreds (Thousands?) of films that are anti-female? Since, they express the anti-male side… hmmm. or what about the movies that degrade women? Assault? Abuse? Typical, gender role, justified slavery. So.. yeah. Barbie is ANTI-MALE? Are you fucking kidding me? I think everyone involved deserves awards. Ryan Gosling stole my heart as Ken, and I almost lost 2 lungs coughing from laugher. I’m Just Ken deserves a Grammy. Original song, choreography, acting. Please put out a digital copy with a shit ton of extras. So many extras. I am so not Barbie, physically! BUT that movie was SO MUCH MORE. I thought it was fantastic. Comedies always get the fucking shaft. Greta Gerwig, I will love you (non-creepy way. Like the way Weird Barbie says it) forever because of this masterpiece. BUT, I have loved a lot of your films, acting and directing. You in No Strings Attached always has me busting a lung. Who am I talking to? Dammit, I was going to take a break, and now look. I think I have seen Barbie 10x. And only $21/month.
I googled how to pronounce Ncuti Gatwa. He was one of the Kens in the Barbie movie. He was the classiest one I’d have to say. The scene where he is dressed up like a cowboy behind Ken, who’s strutting at Barbie, and has that perfect hip drop dancing to that cowbell sounding beat, I almost lost a lung laughing so hard. I realize I keep talking about coughing up lungs but it was so fucking hilarious. Great warrior poses. I wanted to say his name correctly. That is why I googled it.
Okay, I decided just to type. I think I would rather type right now than ramble on like a fucking moron who can’t put a sentence together. I lost the flow when I was interrupted earlier, my fault for not being prepared, and now I just sound like a rehearsed idiot.
AND NOW I’m just rehashing all this fucking nonsense in this fucking blog that no one fucking reads. But it still feels good to type. To look at the home page and see something I made. Remember 8th grade? Did anyone have projects like making a magazine- meaning a story about celebrities, a couple ads, some editorials, but on basic ‘98 software. Or like a 5th grade project on a country. I got Switzerland. Some asshole stole it, and then presented it later as his own. I had to start over. I honestly can’t remember if he ever fessed up. At the time, like (I SAY LIKE TOO FUCKING MUCH AND IT TOOK ME 18 YEARS TO TYPE THIS BECAUSE I HAD TO KEEP PRESSING THE BACKSPACE BAR, BECAUSE I KEEP FUCKING UP DESPITE HAVING LITERALLY NO PRESSURE TO TYPE THIS FAST AT ALL) I was fuming mad. Oh boy. I learned real quick that life was fucking lame and dumb. I also found out real quick that life was fucking more cruel to others, usually the ones who do not deserve it at all, than to me. Did I cry like a fucking moron about it? Learn your privilege. I was lucky to have open-mindedness all around for MOST (eeehhhh… actually maybe 50/50, I’ve moved A ALOT) of my life so far. Actually, probably less than half for the MAJORITY I guess population wise.
And I thought when I “Deleted” when I was editing the video, it would, but instead, it deleted the part I didn’t want to delete. I can’t properly trim a video. How sad. My voice is so fucking stupid anyways.
You know what? Back to Barbie. Actually, I need a break. What a fantastic movie post, eh?
Alan kicked some major ass. DAMN. I hope he would be my friend. He also actually kicked the shit out of 40 dudes. Ha. And dissed JT and NSYNC. Well not a diss, more like a slight. Still, self deprecating. Alan was hilarious. LEATHER COUCH!!! classic. America was great!! Loved her outfit when she was a speed demon. HELL YEAH.
Okay, I actually do need to step aside. I can’t decide if I should just end it or come back later? Does it matter? No. not at all. I could just call it Movies 2- Once again, not about movies. Is it sad if I laughed at that? Of course, that it hypothetically, because I would not laugh at such self deprecating drivel, desperate attempt to be quirky and “SPUNKY”. ugh.
My mom ordered her, my dad, and myself I am Kenough sweatshirts. I cannot wait to wear it. All the time.