Une Femme Mariée - Jean-Luc Godard - 1964
A damaged and brilliant rapper from the wrong side of the tracks meets and falls in love with the pretty blonde daughter of a famous actor. No, it’s not the plot of a CW pilot. It’s the plot of Angel Haze’s love life as told by social media. It all started that strange summer in the O.C., when Ireland Baldwin staggered out of a taupe Mcmansion, sucking on an e-cig and anxiously twisting her David Yurman skull statement ring. A dark, smirking, lanky figure loomed unexpectedly in the gated cul-de-sac.
“Who are you?” whispered in a husky voice she learned last month in improv class.
Angel Haze lifted her leather snapback, gazing at Ireland Baldwin with wide mahogany eyes.
“Whoever you want me to be.”
'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don’t let me out of your sight
I’m just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don’t let me have any rights
- (via carelessly)
Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.
Tonight in Ferguson, Mo. Even CNN is calling out police brutality.
We are watching history unfold. Do not stand down. Spread the word.
No justice, no peace.
- Alan Cohen (via thecalminside)