Renee Zellweger, who’s performances in Reality Bites, Empire Records, Cold Mountain, Chicago, and Jerry Maguire I loved, is back in the spot light. But not so much for her upcoming film The Whole Truth.
It’s because she doesn’t look like Renee Zellweger any more. Okay, I know people can change in five years … but they don’t tend to be unrecognizable when they come back.
Have you read my rant about how our culture is obsessed with looking young and denying that the process of aging is incurable? Or the one where I point out that no one can look perfect all the time and expecting our celebrities (our female ones especially) to be red carpet ready all the time is stupid?
This isn’t about that.
If Zellweger wanted to get something lifted, tucked or tightened, okay. That’s a hazard of our appearance obsessed culture that is especially harsh on women in the spotlight, and she probably has the money to afford all the medical hoodoo and personal trainers she could ever want to maintain her looks.
It’s that she looks different enough from the Renee Zellweger that when a coworker showed some of us the article on her smartphone, we thought that the press had used the wrong picture. She has said she’s happy that she looks different, and as my mother has observed, it’s her face she can do whatever she wants with it.
But, I’m going to miss her original face.
That was the face I watched all through high school, college and into my adulthood. I’ve seen that face for the majority of my life. That face was the face of characters that made me squeal with laughter, cheer when they found their confidence, and cry with them.
It was a beautiful face without fitting into conventional standards of Hollywood beauty. So, yeah. I’m going to miss Renee Zellweger’s face.
I wasn’t ready to share this particular story before, but I’m ready now. I am not ashamed anymore.
In November of last year I filed assault charges against one Kenneth Ryder for a crime he committed three years ago. The perpetrator had written a confession/apology, and sent it to my boyfriend, so I felt confident that I had enough evidence to go the police. The following is a copy of the statement I gave to the police:
“I came home at about 10:30PM after hanging out with my boyfriend all night. I had intended to go straight to bed (because I had class the next morning) I came home to find my friends playing cards and drinking shots. Kenny very enthusiastically encouraged me to join them, I tried to politely decline but he insisted. I decided to join them for a little while just to be polite. Kenny immediately suggested that…
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To be absolutely honest, I would never have heard of Zoe Quinn if the so-called “GamerGate” hadn’t come up on my twitter and facebook feeds. Because two men I respect and find amusing brought it up or replied to others in their posts. I never would have heard about Anita … I can’t even remember her last name much less how to spell it. That woman making all the really good points and critical observations on Feministfreqency over on YouTube.
But here’s the thing. Spreading the personal information, addresses, locations, financial information, and phone numbers of other people all over the internet … this Doxxing crap? It’s a crime. Making threats of rape and murder? That’s a crime. That’s terrorism.
Here’s what it boils down to: So what if Zoe cheated on her former boyfriend? That’s between her, her ex, and whoever else. If you weren’t having sex with her, it isn’t your business. If you were, that’s none of my business. And if you’re going to start screaming “journalistic integrity” how about screaming it at the journalist instead of the game developer? Oh, and before you start pointing out all the real celebrities who’ve had their personal lives splashed across the media? I don’t care, that’s none of my business either.
So what if you don’t agree with Anita’s observations on her YouTube videos? You’re allowed to disagree, you’re more than welcome to offer a different viewpoint, but calling people crude names and threatening violence, especially sexual violence, is really just proving that she isn’t wrong.
If you can’t figure out a way to express your disagreement in a mature manner, well, it’s only ever going to come off as you being a twelve year old stomping his feet in the middle of the arcade screaming that girls aren’t allowed to play after your high score got wiped out by someone in pigtails and a Hello Kitty tee-shirt.
Y’know what, though? Half of all the people playing video games in the US are female. Some of us have been gaming since we had to beg our parents to give us our allowance in quarters and give us a ride to the nearest arcade so we could spend the entire roll on a beat ’em up or a shoot ’em up game.
We have been here just as long as you have. Playing video games, reading comic books, watching Star Trek, Star Wars and Doctor Who, and collecting dice for table top RPGs and action figures.
We have as much right to enjoy and create and even criticize games and game culture as you do. That goes for the act of being a nerd and/or geek in general, actually.
And we aren’t leaving.
So go make your own sandwich, we’re busy.
There was left over taco seasoned beef and refried beans in the fridge. But no tortillas or taco shells in the pantry. And yet I remained stubbornly hungry for burritos.
There was a can of cheap store brand biscuits in the fridge left from when my mom made chicken and dumplings.
I’m probably not the first person to do this but, here’s what I did.
So, preheat the oven to 400 (or whatever it says on the can of biscuits you’re using).
While that’s happening, stir the beef and beans together so they’re mixed evenly.
Flatten the individual biscuits out into rounds about three inches across. There were ten in the can.
Put about a tablespoon of the beef and bean mix into the middle of the flattened biscuits, fold over and press the edges together.
Place the filled busciuts on a baking sheet, I covered the baking sheet with a piece of aluminum foil and sprayed the foil with a cooking spray to make clean up easier.
Bake for 8 to 10 minutes, or until golden brown. Let them cool for about 5 minutes after you take them out of the oven.
I’d post a picture, but I ate them. I ate them all. And they were delicious.
So, I got to do Tokyo in Tulsa this past weekend. It was very last minute, as I didn’t have the funds to go, but my Mom gave me the money to park and buy a pass for the day. And I had a blast! Got some new pens to ink the lines of my artwork. Got a Kakashi plushy. Saw a bunch of my friends. Was inspired for a Steampunk Lady Deadpool cosplay I’ve been planning.
Had an interesting conversation with a male cosplayer.
Me: I love your costume! What’s it from?
Male Cosplayer: You don’t know?
Me: Nope. But it looks neat.
Male Cosplayer: You aren’t even in a costume.
Me: Yes, I am.
Male Cosplayer: Who are you supposed to be?
Me: I’m the 9th Doctor, female version.
Male Cosplayer: But …
Male Cosplayer: But you’re wearing pants.
Me: Yes, the 9th Doctor is well known for wearing pants.
Male Cosplayer: ….
Me: I was thinking a little too hard about my old companion Ace when I regenerated, okay?
Okay, look, here’s the point.
The 9th Doctor, from Doctor Who, played by Chris Eccleston, wore a leather jacket, a dark V neck, black pants, and boots. My cosplay was *accurate* if not exact (but I really, really, want a coat like that!). I even had my sonic screwdriver and the psychic paper in my pockets.
So let’s not act like I was doing it wrong because I see no need for a female alternate version of a character to wear a skirt simply because it’s a female version. And the bust filling out the V neck shirt should have been enough of a clue that I wasn’t the original article.
And I still don’t know what show that guy’s cosplay was from. ARG!!!
Can we all take a moment out of our busy schedules to contemplate the plight of the single woman in today’s society?
No, I’m not talking about the single woman who keeps bemoaning the fact that she keeps dating losers, man-children, and the guys who hit it and quit it. I’m also not talking about the single woman who keeps going on about “I need a man who” has a job, isn’t high all the time, won’t beat the crap out of me. Those are entirely different problems.
I’m talking about the single woman who is happy with her life and doesn’t feel that adding a man to the situation will make her happier.
Hi. I’m Jill Horton and I’m single because I want to be.
And I’m sick and tired of hearing “you just haven’t met the right guy yet”. I’ve met lots of perfectly nice men, and I’ve even dated some of them. Hey, for that matter I’ve dated a few nice women, too. I’m just not interested in tangling my life up with someone else.
No, I haven’t had my heart broken. I haven’t been hurt, emotionally or physically by a guy. And my father is a fantastic person and dad, thank you very much.
I’d like people to stop asking me if I’m dating anyone new. I’d like them to stop asking when I’m going to settle down and have a few kids. I’d like people to stop implying that I haven’t grown up just because I haven’t gotten married and/or popped out a baby.
I’d like to know where man who’s been married and divorced multiple times thinks they have the right to question my choice to stay single.
Mostly I’d like people to stop acting like I’m defective because I’m single and in my thirties.
I have interests, hobbies and goals that keep me occupied. I have a job. I’m trying to find a job that will make use of one or both of the degrees that I got while I was busy being single. I volunteer at Sci-Fi/Comic conventions and get to meet some fantastic people that I’d never get the chance to talk to in any other situation. I create things. I craft and I write and I draw. I enjoy going for target practice. I like to get out into nature and take photographs.
I have a life.
And I don’t think I’m missing anything just because I don’t have a man taking up space in that life.
To the women who do feel that something is missing in their lives when they don’t have a romantic partner, I wish you all the best of luck finding a wonderful one.
Just stop treating people like me, who are single because we want to be single, as if we’re somehow defective because we don’t feel like there is a person shaped hole in our lives.
Who knows? I may some day find someone I want to make a space in my life for, and I might want them to make a space for me in their life.
But I’m not going to go man hunting just because we live in a society that says I need one and I should want one.