Anonymous asked: i feel you on the talking to poh poh in canto thing omg. i know enough to string nouns and verbs together but she doesn't understand much english and it's always just T___T

Yeah, it was really tough when I went over to Malaysia and it’s like… I want to know you and learn all these things about how and why I am the way I am, but at the same time we can’t really communicate?

Mixed problems, I guess. 

Anonymous asked: Are the love/hate feelings just about the remake of Hairspray? What are your opinions (if any) about the original? I'm from Baltimore so the original has a special place in my heart.

Well, I can’t talk about the original, I’ve never seen it.

As far as the remake goes, my main gripes are the elements of Racism which are conveniently glossed over, the manner in which the black characters are treated, and general niggles regarding casting, misogyny etc.

Firstly, I dislike how none of the Black characters are allowed to have a separate existence from White people - their only role in the story as told is to give to White people, whether it be Seaweed giving up his dance moves, or the community at large endangering themselves in order to help Tracy get away.

Secondly, the issue of racism and segregation were vastly oversimplified - with it being obvious that the “good” white people were always for integration, and only the minority “bad” white people were against it, which is a gross perversion of the reality. When Tracy sings that if anyone tries to stop them marrying, they’ll call the NAACP, it rings hollow when you realise that at that point, interracial marriage was still verboten by law. 
What’s more, by the theme of an “unattractive” or “undesirable” white girl taking a stand against prejudice which is then analogous and exactly the same as the institutional prejudice which was still socially and legally acceptable at the time.

In general gripes, I dislike that Edna was played by John Travolta, because there are few enough roles for women in that mode, and I dislike the painting of Velma & Edna Van Tussle in the Whore mode as an easy way of villifying them.

But all that said, I think it’s a remarkable movie.

sturmpony:

itsatess:

Anonymous asked:

With thighs like that, she could probably crush someone’s head like a grape. Anyone who decides to “go down to Rainbow Town” will have to be made of rather stern stuff.

Funfact: As of now this is post 500.
And what a post it is.


“Go down to Rainbow Town” is my new favorite phrase.

sturmpony:

itsatess:

With thighs like that, she could probably crush someone’s head like a grape. Anyone who decides to “go down to Rainbow Town” will have to be made of rather stern stuff.
Funfact: As of now this is post 500.
And what a post it is.

“Go down to Rainbow Town” is my new favorite phrase.

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The Kids Don't Stand A Chance: Anonymous asked: Can you make me a sandwich? (I’m only asking because you’re a feminist bitch)

thesavagesalad:

thesavagesalad:

STORY TIME

This one time I was 19 and was sort of dating this guy who was really nice at the beginning but slowly started to incorporate these sandwich jokes. It was quite possible that he was incapable of making his own delicious snacks. Anyway, back to the story.

So his sandwich jokes got to the point of featuring in day to day conversation and every time I’d ask him to stop, he’d be quite defensive about his freedom of speech. On the day that we broke up, he did the whole make me a sandwich spiel again, so I got up and made this sandwich right? But while I was making it, I was talking about how we were going to have the most dirtiest, most nastiest sex imaginable, after he got his sandwich. By the time the sandwich was done, I was telling him that if he wanted it (the sex and sandwuch) badly, he’d have to take off his pants (just the boxers on with an obvious boner and a wet patch) and follow me.

So he follows me yeah? He doesn’t notice that I have my bag ready and all, and I step out his house yeah? Here’s little ole’ me waving around this sandwich in front of pantsless McGee as he follows me to the bus stop (still dirty talking pathetically, him with his boner saying hi) and when the bus arrives, I hop on (with the sandwich) and leave my sad little ex with his dick hanging out for the general public to see.

Moral of the story: Don’t tell sandwich jokes and don’t mess with feminists because things like this will happen to you.

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