“But the true beauty behind Breaking Bad is how euphoric it is to watch a character come to own his own existence. We get to see a man who realizes that to live is indeed to be free—that we are irrevocably faced with choices of what life we want to lead every single day, and it is up to us as individuals to make these choices. This freedom is scary, and we find routine ways of evading it—ways of tricking ourselves into feeling trapped and even like victims of our own lives. Walter shows just how illusory such limitations are by refusing to act as a slave to the social expectations placed upon him. His bravery extends well beyond the occasional tough guy act: it is existential bravery. And I think perhaps this is why we return to watch his transformation time and time again. Because one can’t help but feel a little awe, seeing someone achieve this rare state of being.”—a bright wall in a dark room.: TV MONTH: Breaking Bad (2008 - present)
“I’ve never as fanatically declared my allegiance and disdain for various media as I did in high school, when making these judgments seemed critical to constructing an identity. Some of these decisions were made arbitrarily. When I found myself nodding along too readily to every song on MTV’s top 20 countdown, I would choose bands to futilely rail against. Presidents of the United States? I hate you, with your one-word-titled songs comparing women to fruit. You are the bane of my existence!”—a bright wall in a dark room.: TV MONTH: Freaks and Geeks (1999)
I honestly want to know why we have so many Bachelors and Bachelorettes because I think it is killing us? Like I think we are all dying and I think The Bachelor is responsible for it. I wish I didn’t think this way, but I do, and it’s hard. But I think in 50 years we will all kind of stare at each other and think, “Why didn’t we stop this when we had the chance?” because it is the worst possible thing in the world and I can’t even hate-watch it because I find it to be despicable at a very core level. When I watch The Bachelor it’s like I’m staring into the uncanny valley, except for relationships. These are robot relationships and robot people and they aren’t even interesting or funny and why are we doing this to ourselves? Oh god I hate The Bachelor so much! I hate it so much that I want everybody to stop talking about it! I hate it so much that it makes my skin crawl when we talk about it but because I live on the Internet for a living, I have to read about it. I wish I could drop down a filter like you can on Facebook so I can just filter all posts about The Bachelor from my life, but I can’t. It’s everywhere and I can’t stop it so all I have is this little blog post about how much I hate it and I want it to die and how I think it’s poisoning us all.
I somehow received a free gift certificate to a skin care spa. I decided to use it today on a facial. If you have never had a facial before, please don’t let the soothing spa atmosphere fool you: it is no gentle ride through the good night. There’s this thing called extractions and they basically pummel your face into submission so you wind up ending up looking like a blotchy mess who has probably been crying for an hour straight. That’s an exaggeration. In fact, you’ve probably only been crying only for a half hour straight as they systematically beat your skin to get rid of all the crap that has been clogging your pores for the past year or so.
At one point, the lady, who we will call Monica (because that’s her name), was working aggressively on my nose. She was pulling it and twisting it and pinching it in every direction. Tears were welling up in my eyes, but I utilized the strategy I call, “Never let the dentist see your pain.” After awhile, Monica paused. “Did you get a nose job?”
I have never been asked this before, probably because my nose is no great thing of beauty, it is just a nose, but I like it okay and I think it does a fine job, all things considered.
"No, no nose job.," I said.
"Oh, good," she said. "I heard a crack and I didn’t want to break your nose twice."
AND THAT’S THE STORY OF MY FACIAL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
I watched Reality Bites for the first time two weeks before graduating college, huddled with my roommates on the giant gray suede LoveSac in our living room. Up until that point, my life felt like a carefully plotted course…
I get so happy when my friends are new contributors to BWDR. Yay Bailey!
Today I saw some 7-year old kid on the subway talking into his fake Spiderman flip phone. He was saying things like, “Oh yeah,” and “I see,” and “So there’s that.”
His mom asked him who he was talking to. He covered his hand over the bottom of the phone and said, “It’s my personal business.” And his mom was like, “No, really, who are you talking to?” And he was like, “I can’t tell you.” And she was like, “Seriously, tell me. I’m your mother, you can tell me.” And he was like, “No way, it’s a personal phone call.”
I wonder when that kid is going to realize there’s no reception underground.
I wonder when his mother is going to realize the cell phone is fake.
I’M REALLY MATURE, BUT EVERY TIME I COME INTO YOUR ROOM I WANNA SLEEP IN YOUR BED.
by Letitia Trent
With all of the various reactions to Lena Dunham’s series Girls (from adoration to hate to claims of class blindness and racism), it is useful to look back at Dunham’s film Tiny Furniture, a movie that, in 2010, created a mini-version of the uproar that