Hec, he incorporated apologies for those as well as ruminating on how surreal it is to see porn versions of films he's done.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's crazy because all the overt caution messages we get, or at least that I got, involved stranger danger. It's crazy because making connections with people is supposed to afford some protection. But even if we never go out with men we don't know, how likely is it that we can actually get to know all of the men around us well enough to have a clue if they are the kind of men who turn out to be rapists, before we let ourselves be alone in a room with them?
The comments on the SR article talked a bit about this stat, that most rapists are known to their victim. They raised the very good point that it doesn't say how well known. Rapists are going to run the gamut, from close family members to first dates to someone whose name you know but haven't ever talked to. (To total strangers.) Not terribly comforting.
ETA: It's also crazy because our good Buffista guys would never dream of doing that sort of thing, but to a certain extent, it is logical for the women around them (who don't know them as well as we do) to put them in the Schoedinger's Rapist category.
This part I understand, and I think it's quite reasonable. It's not a personal call on anything internal to the guy in the Schrodinger position. It's just that at the outset, there's nothing to distinguish threats from not-so-much threats. It's the woman's decision what cues and clues will make her feel comfortable, and that article was very well done in providing a framework for a guy to think about that.
Hec, he incorporated apologies for those as well as ruminating on how surreal it is to see porn versions of films he's done.
I don't have a particular animus against Robin; but I am fascinated by how he trainwrecked his film career so thoroughly. That was a simply awesome run of awfulness. Not to mention this one.
They weren't just bad movies. They created a total skin crawling aversion effect.
His film choices are admittedly hit or miss, but he's still a brilliant stand up guy.
Toys and Fisher King are excellent movies. What Dreams May Come was often brilliant.
I like Dead Poets too. It kind of set a bad precedent, but I enjoyed the film itself.
I can forgive a great stand up act a couple of really bad movies. See: Lewis Black.
He was just amazing-- ninety minutes of straight up funny as hell observations, starting with him completely riffing on what a fucked up city Jacksonville is. I was surprised he didn't go a hair more political, but what he did do was side-splittingly funny.
Sounds great, Barb.
I'd love to see him live. I'd likely hurt myself laughing. His movies do range from brilliant to horrible.
Congrats to Gris.
I am sitting in my house with the windows open for the first time since last Spring. It is grand. Almost chilly. Whee! eta: Checked the weather thing and it is 69F now and may get down to 59F tonight. It seemed like Autumn would never arrive.