Hollywood can either welcome the new lady of the manor, or get the mop.
Matt Groening Takes the Throne as a Legend of Animated TV Comedy
If you’ve been here before, you’re aware that I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety. Naturally, it rubs me the wrong way to see people making light of anxiety for the sake of jokes for likes on Twitter, because it undermines the real struggle I and many others have with anxiety that has at times been…
If there’s anything that starts to weigh us down it’s the potential of things that might or could have been, but aren’t. I think those are the living ghosts we can be haunted by that keep us up at night no matter how good things are.
This may just be another cliche story about a young man pressured by conceived notions of masculinity who ends up becoming an enforcer for a crime family, but I think there’s value in my telling it even if just one person can learn from it.
Stories with women that are just set dressing or targets for the male protagonists are worthless. Flesh her out. Give her agency and goals of her own.
That is what this book is for me. It’s a silly story about a man who accidentally makes a movie, but along the way he, and hopefully I in writing it, will break, edit, delete and rewrite the articles above into something simpler, something elegant.
Perhaps he was protecting his image and social stature as a person who does not regularly need to poop in vulnerable public spaces- if at all.
Perhaps it’s a richter scale- a collection of vibrations, heat, and motion. Perhaps it’s about impact. Maybe it’s about the ripples and aftershocks that your life causes and has caused, and maybe it’s about how those ripples leave the ecosystem when you have no more tectonic shifts left to cause after your last shuddering breath.
A reflection on my aunt’s struggle with MS and how letting yourself be loved is sometimes the greater challenge than loving someone.