Ian Crouch on Woodford Reserve’s controversial new ads: http://nyr.kr/1mdYvZm
“Despite the modern, fashionable feel of its new ads, Woodford Reserve’s definitions of gender are radically narrow, and its sense of the possibilities for human sexuality even narrower. Men must appeal to women, and women to men. To attract women, men have to be rugged and capable while maintaining a perfect veneer of nonchalance. Women can spot a phony or a wimp a mile away.”
"We’ll see you when you’re ready."
This. Triumphant this. On repeat.
I’ve had glimpses of being ready. Of sensing I’m a bad motherfucker, no need to be retiring and demure, nope, just gotta share my magic with the world. Last time was exactly six years ago. Spring, always spring.
Difference this time is, I actually believe it.
"I’ll reveal myself invincible soon."
I’ve been on the verge of a panic attack all day long. The fact of the matter is, no one cares to hear about that. Which is very well and good to keep in mind, along with the idea that the feeling will eventually pass.
I’ve been looking for inspiring things to help alleviate my anxiety, and I found something from Ms. Mary Oliver. It honestly kind of made me feel worse, but I reckon it’s pushing my buttons for a reason:
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.”
Bout time we give it some time, yes?
The best thing I’ve found tonight. Well, that and the rediscovery of The Lobster Quadrille.
I’ve always plucked out my blonde-grey hairs, the very few that first made their debut in 2010. But I’ve been watching one in front (which would usually be hidden under serious fringe) and I’m just letting it be. I’m strangely proud of it, and kind of falling in love with it.
I have a tough time with aging, which I think is common for women, women in Los Angeles, women who were once actors.
The focus is now on strengthening the inner, true Heather. Or, rather, just letting her out. Letting her shine for a bit. And I think it might be just as vibrant and valuable, and provide a lot more pleasure, than my body and beauty ever did at twenty-two.
Bright Eyes - Cleanse song
"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”
If this is to be believed, Mr. Jonze was a bit of a snail in taking 10 years to move on. And I love him for that.