A thing I really like about the cottagecore/farmcore/grandmacore community, is the way simple things are romanticized. It’s a break from a culture centered around consuming, and inspires slow living and appreciation for your natural surroundings and simple joys.
To find meaning and happines in tending to your tomatoes, making jam from your grandmother’s recipe, or taking a nap in the sun is such a beautiful thing to me. There is such a feeling of luxury to be able to share a homemade cake with the people you care about, or to be able to give away some of your carrots to your neighbour, it really makes a little feel like a lot!
imagine trying out a super risky outfit ur not sure is gonna land well and on your way to the party you fall into a bog and become a bog body and in like 3,000 years they pull you out in like a pink mesh bathing suit with an applique that says “barbie girl” on the front tucked in as a body suit to a pair of track shorts that say “your card was declined” on the ass and a pair of elevated 90s gel sandals with a hitclips clipped to the strap with one cartridge (60 seconds of an nsync song) and they reconstruct you in a museum and tell the public that’s how people dressed
2018 Grinch has no edge. He’s got no bite. He’s not even that much of an asshole. He’s just a sassy gay furry with unusually nice teeth despite his famous theme song declaring otherwise.
1966 Grinch? Now that was a mean, scary bastard. He was a crusty old fuck who hated society so much that he only came off his shitty frozen mountain to commit crimes and terrorism out of spite.
Bennyhoo Cumberland Grinch comes down from his mountain to buy groceries.
You can round the edges off a character to make them more “relatable” or whatever, but you also run the risk of losing what defined them in the first place. The end result is bland and generic.
2018 Grinch is a reflection of modern society’s rejection of real character flaws in the interest of being “unproblematic” and in this essay i will