I once described what my five-year-old self wanted to look like, my "ideal" of beauty - tall, blue eyes, long red hair, etc, and my sweetie said "you mean like that girl (Satine) in Moulin Rouge" 0 which was my favorite movie a while back. And I thought, whoa, there's a mindfuck: when I was five years old I wanted to look like a singing, dancing, consumptive movie courtesan who would't exist onscreen for decades.
And your paragraph about Willow and Buffy has me flailing "me too! me too!" I actually identified more with Willow in the early seasons as I mentioned but by S5, Buffy's my girl and I just identify so much with her. DoubleMeat Palace? I've worked dead-end jobs, I've seen those stupid posters and sterile breakrooms; I know what it's like when despite everything you do, your life isn't what you imagined it would be when you were a kid. Because there are NO guarantees. Sometimes life just sucks and it isn't personal, but it feels personal.
Oh and Happy Holidays to you too! (I keep forgetting - Christmas tomorrow. Presents to wrap. we don't celebrate in a religious way, but my sweetie loves having stockings filled with little "stocking gifts". We never did that when I was growing up, and it's nice when you don't have much money, to give little treats.)
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I once described what my five-year-old self wanted to look like, my "ideal" of beauty - tall, blue eyes, long red hair, etc, and my sweetie said "you mean like that girl (Satine) in Moulin Rouge" 0 which was my favorite movie a while back. And I thought, whoa, there's a mindfuck: when I was five years old I wanted to look like a singing, dancing, consumptive movie courtesan who would't exist onscreen for decades.
And your paragraph about Willow and Buffy has me flailing "me too! me too!" I actually identified more with Willow in the early seasons as I mentioned but by S5, Buffy's my girl and I just identify so much with her. DoubleMeat Palace? I've worked dead-end jobs, I've seen those stupid posters and sterile breakrooms; I know what it's like when despite everything you do, your life isn't what you imagined it would be when you were a kid. Because there are NO guarantees. Sometimes life just sucks and it isn't personal, but it feels personal.
Oh and Happy Holidays to you too! (I keep forgetting - Christmas tomorrow. Presents to wrap. we don't celebrate in a religious way, but my sweetie loves having stockings filled with little "stocking gifts". We never did that when I was growing up, and it's nice when you don't have much money, to give little treats.)