#fake rejected barbie designs

[potatosteinsillustrations]

Now I wish they made this Barbie🙉

Spoopy month inspires me too much🎃✨️✨️✨️

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3:16 am pt 24 April 2023 Monday

No one likes a spoiled b*txh. I he burned my stomach a minute ago. I’m tired of living and being in a world where god never wanted me nor never understood me. 3:18 am pt. A man can never understand a woman nor have sympathy or empathy for her. Not even god. 3:19 am pt

3:27!am pt incubus said he’s detached. He doesn’t like it when I’m happy. Ever. Since I was born. It seems. Maybe he made me like this so I would know him. That he is the one who is unnecessarily critical. 3:29 am pt maybe I learned it from him.

3:29 am pt acid throat pain. He is always calling Blake Shelton names. Calling everyone idiot. 3:30 am pt

3:31 he likes to fake people out. Call them friend then kill them and name albums after them. 3:31 am pt

3:32 am pt probably pretended to be in love with Jane, then project his own feelings on to her, blame her name an album after her.

3:34 am pt I will never feel safe around people again. I’m scarrred for life. 3:34 am pt

3:35 am pt it’s probably their favorite past time gas light make people crazy and then blame the people they abused.

3:39 am pt He’s trying to trick me and manipulate me. Trying to change history and my feelings. I never did anything to my sister like almost kill her. It was a very thin cardboard Barbie box and I was 8 or 9 years old. I think I always used very non-lethal things. Yet he did stuff that could have been lethal (definition ?) to me. Light plastic toy ball. Yet he used nearly lethal force on me again. I was always the one who got it a million times worse than I dealt. I fear what he would do next to me. Bcz he always wants to put me in a harmful situation for “karma.” 3:46 am pt. He is making me feel like I want to commit suicide Bcz he hates me that much. He tricked me. It’s not fair. (Near Right ankle pain 3:48)

3:50 am pt I wonder how many people they let live nice lives beautiful perfect bodies no pain , and how many are always miserable. Bcz they don’t want most people happy? 3:51 am pt. My sisters were ok it I’m the sacrificial lamb so I’m not ok. And I seem to never be allowed to be accepted according to Jesus Christ songs. Always rejected. Trampled like a rose. 3:54 am pt cruelty originates from Merlin (incubus offspring). 3:54 am pt mistakes and karma, same. 3:55 am pt I was rarely naturally happy. I always had to fake it so I would not be abandoned by mom. 3:56 am pt.

3:58 am pt I think incubus lies to himself about everything Bcz he has the power to make straight men gay. So he can make me into anything he wants to fit his agenda. 3:59 am pt

4 am pt tummy ache cramps again and hot stomach 😖😭

402 am pt he’s a wicked man. He never loved anyone. 4:93 acid throat pain 4:03 he’s too good at faking love? He did it to me. Cruel the way he hurts me. I feel like I was always in pain. 4:04 am pt I bet earth will always be hell.4:95 4:94 4:05 am pt

4:96 4:06 am pt at least I tried to become more honest. Bcz I wanted better relationships. I can’t even breathe most the time. He thought it was sooooo funny to make stroh and maryka say stuff about about hotness and he said body absurd and I didn’t realize it and I was working so hard for social causes b4 I realized it. He doesn’t care. He likes dangerous stuff every where. He prefers it. But he tricked me. Again. Truck m what? Probably his plan for my death. Trick me again and again and again and again again again again again again again again slave driver. 4:12 am pt he and the nicks are in a key club cult. He’s yelling no! 4:13 am pt he they love child rape they probably gang rape 11 year olds together Bcz they are in key club cult together. They probably did it with incubus magic in Vegas together. 4:15 am pt so sinister. If they allowed dugard and Ramsey then it’s probably Bcz that’s what they like. Bcz how would they know unless they tried it first? You kill me, incubus, everyone will assume that you like it. 4:17 am pt Bcz that’s why I’m the designated Jesus Christ to renew the apocalypse the way of life for the last 2000 years to repeat again. 4:18 am or am I going to badger you about it over and over again. 4:19 am pt and so everyone will see how shameless you are. 4:19 am pt

4:38 am pt when my bones 🦴🧠 and brain die it means god is a criminal. And a child rapist. He is not fighting to end this crime. He is supporting it to keep it alive. He is not trying to reduce human suffering, he is human suffering = key club cult. Harder to breathe. 4:40 am pt he is practicing his art of inflicting pain on me. It seems like everyday of my life. Getting worse. Like the earth and its people. You’d think in 70000 years of human existence we would have evolved already to not be rapists? Child rapists? In 2000 additional years? Seems to have actually become an expert in inflicting suffering instead of curing it and maybe inventing weird laws to create weird crimes. 4:43 am pt. People are very sophisticated. Many inventions. Yet we can’t have a pain free utopia for everyone. 4:44 am pt. Perhaps in our evolution we have de evolved. Unevolved. 4:44 am pt

10:58 am pt I don’t believe I deserve this punishment. You would relate if you were me. 11:01 am pt I was tricked! All my life living oblivious. 11:02 am pt

5:20 pmpt

6:10 pmpt if Scott knew like a psychic (Bcz he’s king David? Servo?) and he saw the cars on the side of the freeway in the near distance and he saw the body of avalos still alive, this would probably count as premeditated murder alike to premeditated rape of Shannon Ruth by Nick carter. If we are all addicted robots then I guess god incubus only defends those he told to do so verbally. Which is why I am losing my bones and then there will be others like myself, more sacrificial lamb/cow, to appease men and the economy. Incubus doesn’t mind child rape... Bcz he justified it. 6:16 pmpt 6:17 pmpt hot butt cheek right

6:18 pmpt acid head brain pain right left hips bone hot brain 6:19 pmpt Scott once took me to a road with a forest I think on the side of the road and it was very dark. I could barely see him but I saw a lot of stars. He is not afraid I guess. Incubus doesn’t mind torturing children with rape. 6:22 pmpt

6:23 pmpt I think he only had me born to be a slave. I am probably like a special bone bank to him. 6:24 pmpt

Clea 11:13 pmpt unfortunately, police are probably part of government Bcz they are supposed to enforce the law I guess? 11:14 pmpt if the police are part of s*x trafficking of minors then the government might be guilty of it, too. 11:15 pmpt I feel like this statement could get me killed. 11:16 pmpt

12:41 am pt it’s ion the Bible that the devil owns this world, the dragon. But I don’t know. Demon angels are clearly the devil but he did it anyway. Garrido. Already was a s*x offender. Men will excuse themselves all the time but they will come up with any reason to get rid of a woman. 12:43 am pt. It’s hard I guess when he says he’s god. Then he goes and gets the dragon tattoo on his leg. The left leg. Left hand = true. If he talks to you clearly directly saying he’s god, does that mean you are “true”? 12:47 am pt

I remember now that the bathroom smelled completely filled with marijuana only in the bathroom. I think there was an opening in the upstairs neighbor’s bathroom and it filtered into our bathroom. I think the neighbor was smoking it in their apartment. So some of the smells was probably coming from upstairs somehow. 12:49 am pt in year 2022. 12:50 am pt

1 am pt but he likes to mislead so maybe it’s not something I can believe in anymore. 1:01 am pt I don’t know what to believe anymore. He makes me feel like trash and then trashed me. 1:02 am pt. I feel that I have been treated as trash since I was a kid, probably started with my moms annoyance of me when I was a baby or a toddler or when I was 4 years old. But she told me a story once that makes me think it started when I was a baby. And when my mom came to the United States with me in her belly she said it was raining as if it was an omen of my fate. 1:04 am pt I feel that Scott played me dirty. And maybe he prejudged me. I don’t know why. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, Bcz we were operating on different beliefs. 1:06 am pt. I didn’t learn and I didn’t have the confidence to date the way Q believed in dating, which was probably the same as what Scott believed Bcz I think cumulatively we probably didn’t spend more than 3 months together = 2007 summer and summer of 2010 combined. He was already claiming “fell for an unethical whore” when he never told me he loved me. I really don’t remember that except the (cramps 😞😖😭) night in 2010 probably the last time we had dinner together before July 4th? Fuzzy memory. And he had sorta forced me into the back seat 💺 saying he wanted to make love 💗 and then July 4th happened and that was the last time I saw him I think 💭. Only that one time I remembered him using the word Love 💗 but not ever saying he fell in love 😻. Otherwise I think the word was absent most/99.99% of conversations. 1:12 am pt 1:13 am pt so I think 💭 he only dated me Bcz he had a secret mission/agenda to make himself look good and get rid of me. Probably to give himself a reason to go after teens. 1:14 am pt

[capfalcon]

tbh i dont even identify as like. any gender? like. i guess i feel a lot of solidarity w/women bc I've been sort of brought up very much in opression bc of the patriarchy and enforced gender roles of women and girls, but in terms of like just me: i really dont care?

i love building and i love wearing clothes that aren't form fitting or revealing and i love love love carpentry and i loved having short hair and i love electronics and coding and plumbing, i love fixing things, i love the hardware store, i love having a drill in my hands, i love wearing suits and i love acting steryotypically "masculine"

but i also love lipstick and i love my long hair and i love braids and i love drawing and painting and i love sewing and i love love love some dresses and i love solidarity w other women and i love flowers and perfume and i love horses and i love acting steryotypically "feminine"

it's not even that i don't care, it's that it's not relevant? i am both feminine and masculine. there's no question to that. you just can't. there is no "being non-binary is fake!"

it's not true. i am both feminine and masculine. my best friend, who loves makeup and fashion and is steryotypically pretty feminine, has more masculine energy than i do.

I was raised gender neutral. my parents raised me like that, not really on "purpose" but it just happened to fall that way? they let me wear the clothes i wanted, encouraged any activity, no matter the designation of gender status, they let me do what i wanted in terms of gender, and hardly ever tried to restrict me in terms of who or what i had to be.

i bought shirts with airplanes on them that were sold to boys, and that was okay. i learned how to use a drill when i was 5, and i learned how to sew when i was 6. i knit when I'm bored and i build things when i want to. i was free to express my gender identity however i wanted.

and both my parents are people who theoretically should have been very against this, but weren't. it didn't occur to them. it wasn't purposeful. they just let me be what i was.

so the idea of gender to me has always been kind of foreign. i get along as well with guys as girls. i feel just as home in a hardware store as i do sephora. so, gender as a construct, as a "this or that" has always been completly ridiculus to me. it's not how humans are made.

i firmly believe that no one is ever truly 1 gender. i don't think gender even really exists. it's an idea made up to designate societal roles. i think that after a while, people can absolutely become accustomed and prefer 1 gender, etc, but as an idea, if you leave a child be, it's highly unlikely that they'll reject playing with legos for barbies just because they happened to be born female. children are formless. there is a very distinct reason why it's pretty fucking hard to tell whether a newborn is female or male: because there is very little difference. as they grow up, their parents dress them and give them specific toys and treat them in certain ways that often designate societal gender roles.

but in nature? not so much.

anyway, my point is: gender is a construct, an idea, a designation made to simplify the world into two boxes. i have always been, and will probably continue to be both feminine and masculine. i was raised to be whomever i wanted, and i am both. i like she her pronouns because they sound pretty and i like he him pronouns because they're nice to write out. i don't care. i don't even really identify as having a gender.

i am who i am, and i identify as biologically female, but in terms of gender and how i present myself, i don't care. i am me. I'm both.

so if you're worried about it, please remember that gender is merely a classification idea and that if you don't agree with your given classification, you can choose otherwise. and that you don't have to be anything, or you can choose your given classification.

the idea of gender shouldn't restrict who you are or what you love to do.

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Nicki Minaj history of life

Many people understand Nicki Minaj as a result of her horrendous physique, particularly her big busts and also large butt in a tiny body. She is, nevertheless, an hardworking lady who fired to her popularity through sheer devotion as well as effort, not even if of her star looks. Click on the next page of the website about famous and successful people!

Secondary School Years

We understood she could sing, but that would have assumed that she'll be that proficient at acting as well.

Yup ... she would certainly have made it in any case ...

Her Face

Nicki Minaj Face Contrast

There has been a great deal of noise surrounding Nicki's face, so we figure we'll have a look at this initial by showing you images before and also after she ended up being a success story. From what we can see, her face shape has virtually remained the very same. So has she had any cosmetic surgery done to her jawline, lips, chin, cheekbones, as well as brows?

We do not assume so ...

If you take a look at her nose too, we can not actually see any type of proof recommending that the star has actually had a rhinoplasty or any kind of rhinocerous surgery. Although the photo quality isn't that great, it suffices to see the general contour. Then if you check out her eyes and that great smile, one is merely the full-grown variation of the same person.

Her Body

Okay, before we show you this photo, we desire you to take a deep breath since this might shock you. If you have been asking yourself whether Nicki has a fake bum and also boobs, after that this may quite possibly address your concern.

This was an image taken when Nicki was young; you can see that she has no boobs & bottom

If this photo is not phony, then it would undoubtedly have been repossessed in 2006 and also considered that Nicki was born in 1982, she would certainly have been 24 years old when she took this image. Yet in some way we are getting a feeling that she is much younger in this picture, possibly someplace between 18 to twenty years of age.

So the day displayed in this photo does make us examine the authenticity of it. But then, the face which tattoo on her arm tells us that it is her. So if this picture is genuine, not photoshopped, or if the data revealed was merely a referral as to when it was submitted onto the web, then that's a totally various tale.

To put it, she had no boobs or butts that we are so utilized to seeing from her typical self. She was pretty much "flat" in both areas, which do bring questions among many people's minds, consisting of ours ...

An Additional Teenager Picture

Below's one more picture of Nicki in her young people years and also you can see that she is still establishing in her breast location, so one needs to question what truly happened throughout these times before she came to be a celebrity. In stating that, if she had done breast augmentation, then it would have been someplace hereafter ...

The year 2014

She reaches the 42nd Yearly American Songs Honors held at Nokia Theatre L.A. Something does not reasonably accumulate in this one, either there's something wrong with her dress (the design is wonderful btw), yet if you consider the top, it seems like her busts are pointing somewhat upwards.

Of course, she's at her early 30s currently, so this doesn't truly make sense. Like, come on ... you've reached provide gravity a possibility! In saying that, her legs look high as well as slim though ...

The year 2015

Nicki Minaj dressed as an instead "exposing" fairy princess as she attends a Haunted Funhouse Halloween celebration at 1 OAK Bar at The Mirage Resort & Gambling Enterprise in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her "DEEP V" cut outfit had not been genuinely aiding her to rip off all the plastic surgery talks that are surrounding her headings.

In stating that ... she only reached where she is today due to the fact that she's put in the effort, although there's no rejecting that her instead abnormal properties have helped to record the interest of numerous.

The year 2016

Nicki participates in the Manus x Machina Fashion In An Age Of Innovation, Outfit Institute Gala at Metropolitan Gallery of Art New York. Again it's no more information than she is not timid in exposing components of her boobs in this one-of-a-kind black outfit. We like the blonde highlights in her black hairstyle though, yet did she gained some weight?

The year 2017

Here we see Nicki in 2017 using a strawberry pink latex dress, once more flaunting her 34 F mug size. Unsure about you. However, something seems odd about this image. Seriously, if you informed us that this was a wax figure of her, we'll possibly think it.

Take a closer look! Every little thing on her face and also her breast appears a bit too smooth ... do not you reckon? We just hope that Miss Minaj right here will not be using any type of Botox, renovation or any type of sort of injectable fillers anytime quickly.

The year 2018

After going away for a couple of months (no, she's NOT dead!), Nicki came back with a collection of new tunes consisting of Chun-Li, Barbie Tingz, FEFE with 6ix9ine, and additionally her new Queen album. We definitely love this makeover!

Did Nicki gain weight? Her thighs look bigger ...

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First Story (2)

The Trainers have went far and wide, through all of existence and nonexistence in order to find the candidates to be The Guardians. Those of nonexistence were just as hard as finding those of existence. But the Trainers or at least most of them were successful in finding candidates but those that were unsuccessful of finding them were either destroyed or recruited to find and use the power that the lands hold all of everything that is, was and nevermore. Although many have been successful in their mission there are many that have been killed because of this. There are more realities as there apocalyptic ones. The finding of the candidates is a difficult if not fatal scavenger hunt…but like all that are alive, no one from any reality is perfect. That has only happened once and now in every reality all life is trying to become as perfect as him…there is even a religion after him. But The Trainers could not approach him and ask him for help for it would upset the balance (and they already tried and he firmly said no) so they had to go with the knowledge of all and choose carefully. This leads to the first candidate…that is so strong and powerful that could turn the tides of the upcoming battle that is to come. The candidates that could lead this squad of Guardians to never ending victory…to refuse this path even though this the path that she is to have.

SEPTEMBER 4, 2017

Walking through the halls of Central Arizona Community College, a girl has just been dropped off at the front of the cafe, she is 5′9, baked caramel tan skin, growing out iris purple hair and amethyst eyes...her body type is very curvy and very fit, she is dressed in a what looks like home made blue jeans with glittering flowers and shimmering skulls twisting all around the legs of her pants with an eclipse on the back pockets, her shirt is again a fitted long sleeve shirt of pearly white with pastel pink lettering that says, ‘get in my way of my goals & get burned’ with dark magenta flames all around, she is also sporting a pair of dangling bejeweled crescent moon earrings, a charm bracelet of the same caliber on her left hand, a watch on her right and a few rings on each hand, her shoes are heavy duty running shoes of black, gray and white, and her backpack is a multi-pocket backpack that she decked out in patches from various cartoons and anime like Monster High, Ever After High, MLP, FMA, Sailor Moon, and many others. She walked into the cafe planning of eating around a few meals meant for like three people while doing some of her assignments that she couldn’t get done the night previously. She took out her laptop from her bag and set upon the table and when it was fully on, she plugged in a cute flash drive, she then got to work on multiple projects and assignments as she waited for her food.

Just as she is done with about thirty of her assignments, she felt a tap on her head. she turned around and saw that it was a few girls with smiles on their faces, “Hey Iris.” said one, the shortest one of the group of three standing at 5′4, pale white skin, sky blue eyes, long golden blonde hair in a ponytail, and almost resembles a doll, she is dressed in a white dress with a light pink belt, silver bangles on her right hand and a large beaded bracelet on the left, white sandal wedges and a teardrop backpack with a small shoulder bag. On her right is a girl standing at 5′6, sun kissed tan skin, pixie cut ginger red hair, emerald green eyes and a slender figure...she wears an all black outfit of a black hoodie with a black tang top underneath and a pair of star headphones about her neck, black jeans and black high tops, she also has a pair of skull earrings and a pair of finger less gloves with a lazy grin on her face and the other girl next to the ginger is a light caramel girl, stands at 5′7 she has mismatched eyes with her left eye being hazel and her right eye being gold but behind a pair of glasses, her hair a lush brownish black that goes just beneath her shoulders, she dresses in a white and black plaid shirt underneath a red vest, faded blue jeans with a studded belt, and ankle boots...Iris smiles at the three girls, “hey guys.” she greets as they sit down around her, the four girls began chatting as the ginger drank from a to go coffee cup, “So how’s the music going, Blaze?” Iris asked the red head who just smiled, “it’s alright. I’m working a new song.” she states as she looks at the brunette whom pulled out a thick hard cover books, “how about you Mia?” she looks up and sighs, “working on my latest project. Hoping to be published by the end of the month...if not by a publishing house, I’ll go self publish. My older brother is willing to sell my books.” she said to them with a bit of pride in her voice, “how about you Aphrodite? You haven’t said anything.” the brunette said adjusting her glasses a bit as she looks at the blonde, “oh...it’s nothing. I got the approval to build my sweets shop.” she grins all three girls and gave the blonde a hug! Iris held all three of them and they were lifted off the ground and the other three girls laughed, “Iris! You’re Amazonian side is showing!” laughed Mia the violet headed girl then put them down, “Aphrodite...You’ve been trying to get that sweet shop for over twelve years. That kinda says something.” said Blaze and the other girls agreed, we’ve known her since we were nine years old...and even then she loved making every kind of dessert that she could get her hands on. Give this woman a recipe for any kind of difficult dessert and she would make it in under twenty to twenty five minutes. Iris thought as her other two friends congratulated the blonde then a dark cloud loomed over them...in the form of a group of people that are snickering at the quartet, the four looked over and saw a group of eight to ten...a mixture of boys and girls, the four just sighed, “what the hell do you want?” Blaze growled, “public place. Even freaks are welcome.” said one fake bitch with bleached blonde hair, thirty pounds of make-up and went through so many diets and plastic surgery that she almost looks like a barbie doll with bulimia...Iris just rolls her eyes, “says the Kardashian reject. At least we could actually get along without backstabbing each other on Twitter.” she states and her friends laughed the girl glared at her with an unflattering scowl, “what do you know you’re a fucking Terminator!” she roared and Mia looks at them with a smirk, “So...she can kick your ass three thousand ways to next month and barely break a sweat and still have enough time to make your boy toys and dad jealous with how badass she is.” she states Blaze gave her a high five, “shut up nerd!” roared a different girl same like the first one but with fake red hair, “nerds are the main reason your precious social media exist...do you really want to piss off the one person that could fix computer when it isn’t working?” Blaze purred Aphrodite hummed in agreement. The group left to escape the burning of the four girls; absolutely fuming.

After talking for a while they had to part and they all went their separate ways. Iris walked into her class and took her seat she logged onto the computer and printed what she needed to turn in be it in person while she also turned in assignments online. She leaned back into her chair and looked at the window...but she didn’t just see the desert scenery she saw white on black creatures walking around, some of them were even multiple colors and color patterns. A few of them that resembled multi-tailed butterflies phased right through the window leaving little specks of light that only be described as glitter flew behind them as they flutter around. One of the butterflies that’s pitch black landed on her forehead and thousands of ideas and motivation flowed into her mind, she affectionately called them ‘creativity butterflies’ for every time one of these pitch black butterflies land on other people have gotten the best of ideas and their motivations have skyrockted...she just smiled as she took out her sketchbook and drew the butterfly that was on her face. She moved the butterfly from her forehead onto her hand and drew it out. She was possibly the only one that was attending class that day because her classmates were had a family emergency, personal issues had risen, or just plain got sick but the professor doesn’t care if the class is composed of only one student class shall continue as scheduled. The professor came in and saw Iris and sighed sharply...she didn’t like Iris very much, “ok. let’s get this over with.” he states as he went on with the lesson and she tried her best to take notes...and the way she took notes is different from everyone else...it’s drawing...almost like comics and landscaping but in actuality it’s her notes, if you look closely or at a different angle you could see the words that she is writing. She is taking notes at a rapid pace and asking questions of those that didn’t make sense to her when she looked it up from multiple places online. The professor is one of the professor’s that doesn’t like anyone questioning his authority. So he didn’t like Iris really much. Hell, he treats all of his students like delinquents especially those that do not have the same hair or eyes as everyone else, he has called Iris out on multiple occasions regarding her hair and eyes and has told him and even showed proof that it is in fact natural.

When the break of her two hour class arrived she walked to the vending machine that is down the hall near the bathrooms and the drinking fountains while her professor reads a magazine. She stretched as she walked down to the vending machine as multiple creatures walked by, passed and with her, she had a few black butterflies fluttering around her. She looked at the vending machine and found something she wanted, a bag of chips and a bottle of sprite. She paid and right then the doors right next to her burst off of it’s hinges and a large stark white boar with pastel pink designs on it’s fur and on the tips of it’s tusks, it’s different from any other boar that is found or seen, it has around four to eight tusks, nine-twelve feet tall and around twenty feet in width, it’s large beady eyes are bright yellow. Everyone fell down upon the ground scrambling to get away from the weird beast but what caught Iris’s attention is that other people can see it. Because she is the only one that sees them, she has seen them for quite a while. The boar turned to her made eye contact and begins to growls, Iris cracks her neck and steps to the side directly facing it just as she was gonna get her snacks, the people that are still in the classrooms watched motioning Iris to run quickly but she was not deterred from the challenge from the boar. The second the bottle of Sprite hit the bottom of the machine the boar charged.

Iris stood her ground as the Boar charged at her and she grabbed the boar by the tusk turning it into a battle of wills as well as brute strength. She was not willing to loose to this thing and there’s no way in hell that she’s gonna let this thing run loose. She slammed the boar onto the ground so hard and still holding onto it’s tusks and as soon as she land on it’s back, the boar didn’t have enough time to react or try to get the Amazonian like girl on it’s back before she snapped it’s neck still having her hands on the boar’s large tusks and twisted them to the point that it’s head did a 180 she also grabbed it’s lower tusks and ripped, hard core RIPPED it’s head clean off and with the head over her head she tossed it to other side of the hallway. She hopped right off of the boar’s corpse, covered in it’s pastel pink blood and walked back to the vending machine and got her food. Since her professor doesn’t allow food in the classroom, she leaned against the wall near her classroom...the entirety of the hallway had turned monochrome and the people that was rushing in to congratulate her or straight up yell at her. She looked around seeing that everyone and everything has just stopped, she was thinking of what could’ve caused this, time has stopped, she thought as she looked at the clock that is in the library neither of the hands or the digital numbers of the clocked moved. “I wonder what could’ve caused this?” she mutters as she munches on her snack and looking straight at the clock thinking of thousands if not millions of scenarios of how this could’ve happened.

“That would be me.” a melodic almost innocent sound voice has said but the tone is that of someone that has seen it all...a sage as it were. The violette’s head snapped to the source of the voice...and right then she came face to face with a beautiful bird, the size of a parakeet with obsidian black feathers with glittering ruby red edges, a diatom like mark around it’s head three rainbow like crystals on the center, it had three long tails like a phoenix but it has a glowing white single ring around each one and around it’s legs are matching glowing rings that match of the tails, one it’s left leg it has two rings while on the right it is only one, and it’s eyes are every shade of gray. “What the hell--?” “Greetings.” the bird says cheerfully.

“We have much to discuss.” The bird states.

(I know it’s very long...please don’t kill me.)

[misspandalily]

update - PIVOT!

Thanks for the support everyone!

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Dating, simply put, is the action of going out with a particular, possibly special someone, for a night of fun - dinner and a movie, maybe a hike through the forest, or an hour in an escape room. Tenten is laid back when it comes to dates, mainly because she hasn't been one in so long and as a result is willing to try anything. She doubts she'll ever meet the coveted 'One' on a first date with a handsome stranger, and even then that 'One' needs to pass the millions of tests she has in store for them before they she's fully comfortable with entertaining the notion of marriage, or love (whichever comes first). Namely, culinary prowess, knowledge of knives, humour, intelligence, and the pinnacle of them all: compatibility with her friends.

They're not awful by any means - the fou-five people she calls her best friends, that is - they all happen to be very lovely, very funny individuals with great personalities. It's just that they're all unhealthily attached to each other, and any newcomers who intrude on their group dynamic via dating have their own examinations to pass before they're accepted into their folds. Sure, Hinata didn't have to go through that but she's Neji's cousin and any family members are automatically considered welcome.

It's horribly elitist of them. They will literally be sitting with each other in a ramen-house after work every day for the rest of their lives - they hope.

In any case, her date went so well. Jugo was recently divorced - had broken the anniversary watch she'd left at their old home - and surprisingly kind, for someone who slices through meat with his cleaver like it's balsa wood, and gentlemanly. He'd held open the door, pulled the chair out for her to sit, was genuinely interested in the conversational pieces they'd had about cooking, and to top it all off - was incredibly good-looking.

It was like she'd won the lottery. Tenten'd given herself a mental pat on the back for choosing so well after four years of self-imposed abstinence.

When they were both nearly done with their meals, Jugo placed his fork on the table. "Tenten," he said apologetically, "About what we're going to do, you know - after this."

Ah. She recalled being explicitly told that sex wasn't in the cards for either of them tonight.

"Well, you're a great person, and I feel like I should tell you about - this kind of fifth-date revelation."

"Is there going to be a fifth date?" Tenten smiled at him cheekily. He flushed.

"If you want."

Tenten nodded, because why not, and he continued.

"Ever since my ex-wife walked out on me, I haven't been able to...perform sexually for two years. It's a little embarrassing," Jugo looked down at his plate and Tenten felt a surge of pity for him.

She placed her hand over his and smiled. "I'm glad you broke her watch."

Jugo returned her smile with a star-struck gaze. "So do you - do you still want that fifth date after hearing all that?"

"Yeah, I do."

And then she comes to work the next morning, grinning from ear to ear, swearing that the sun's smiling at her because holy kami, she had sex last night and nothing can ruin her mood today. Not even the sauce that goes wrong too early in the morning, which she fixes because she's a boss at fixing sauces, and not even the arrival of a prissy Shion who regularly makes predictions about which customer will storm out of the restaurant and on which night more often than she makes desserts.

It is Shion, of all people, who picks up on her good mood. "You had sex last night," she states matter-of-factly.

Tenten stops mixing the flour and glances at her, surprised. "How do you know?"

Shion shrugs. "So who was it?"

Tenten decides that as much as she dislikes Shion, she hasn't told anyone about her night yet (not even Sakura, who was asleep and moping over her wedding) so she might as well get it over and done with. "Jugo."

"Oh," Shion gives Tenten that mysterious smile she always does when she knows something someone else doesn't, "Jugo the Meat Guy. I know him."

She finds that fact strange. While Tenten regularly crosses paths with the meat section to grab ingredients, dessert and meat don't mix all too often - if at all- so she isn't sure how Shion knows Jugo. "You mean, you know him like I know him?"

"Yes," the woman affirms without a blink, "I'm happy for you two. When I was dating him, he told me that he hadn't had sex in two years!"

Tenten drops her wooden spoon and stares at the half-mixed flour in muted shock, then drops the watch he'd left over at her apartment yesterday and resolutely crushes it with the heel of her boot.

Sasuke works in a curatorial position at the Museum of Pre-historic History under the anthropology department. He walks into his office every morning with a cup of coffee - black, like his soul - and gently sets it on the designated spot on his desk, then slaps his computer awake and undergoes the tedious process of picking up his paperwork and compiling resources for his thesis. The files are in surplus at this time of the year, so he doesn't get to do his daily rounds in the exhibits as long as he normally does. But when he does get around to it, he examines and picks at the wax models of australopithecus africanus so thoroughly that his assistants are exasperated and on the verge of hitting him over the head after an hour.

He loves his job, alright.

It's the only part of his life that's been constant lately, with Temari's demand (and success) for a divorce, her moving out of their home and into an apartment with Shikamaru - who even names their daughter Shikamaru? - and Sakura's arrival from the pages of a Vogue Wedding edition.

When he's around fake pre-historic people, with their clubs and their simplistic lifestyles, he feels like at the very least, he's a member of the homo sapiens species and look how far they've come? Modern humans don't need to bang people over the head with their clubs, and Sasuke Uchiha is a modern human with an IQ of 150 and is thus very capable of rational thought.

Although, hypothetically, and if Shikamaru were male, that notion may be under question.

"Mr Uchiha," one of his assistants speak up from behind a rock and points his thumb at the glass pane, "I think your ex-wife is here to see you."

He feels his back straighten out and stiffen. "No, she's not."

The assistant starts to look and sound confused, and Sasuke attempts to send him mental death-waves from where he's standing, which is facing away from the pane and definitely not willing to see the former love of his life again. If the employee knows what's best for him, he'll pretend that Temari isn't there.

"But she is." Sasuke resolves to fire him as soon as she's gone. "Temari! Hi!"

He exhales through his nostrils and swivels around to see his assistant walking out and Temari stepping through a bush to greet him. "Temari."

"Sasuke," she replies warmly. "You look good."

He nods. "As do you." She truly does, as much as he hates that she looks considerably happier without him. The air is as awkward as it's been for the past half-year, so he decides to clear it in the only way he knows how with people who divorce him because they're not into men. "Why are you here."

"I'm pregnant."

Strictly speaking, the first time Sasuke had been present at a sonogram screening was when he was in Mikoto Uchiha's womb. He'd been told that his father was driving Itachi to school and Tenten was sitting in a nearby chair with her Barbie chef doll and minding her own business while the doctor put a stick to his mother's stomach and moved it around.

It's his first time witnessing that happen now, and he isn't sure how he feels about it.

The presence of his ex-wife's girlfriend didn't help either.

"Shikamaru Nara," the woman greets him with a handshake and a lazy, appraising expression. Her hair is spiky, her eyes droopy, her entire demeanour screaming laid back and suave - everything he isn't. Apparently, and according to his sister, he's too wound up (bullshit).

"Sasuke Uchiha."

The doctor walks in with a tray of instruments, greets them warmly and settles Temari into the hospital cot. "I'll be back in a few moments."

When she leaves, Sasuke looks at the two of them looking at each other lovingly. "Does the doctor know...about our situation?"

"Yes," says Temari, "And she's very understanding." Shikamaru grabs a water bottle from her bag and passes it to Temari, who receives it with a brief, nervous smile. "This is my first time seeing the baby."

Sasuke softens his gaze and nods. "What are we going to name it?"

"Shikadai if it's a boy, Yoshino if it's a girl," Shikamaru interjects immediately. "Yoshino is my mother's name." Sasuke feels the beginnings of a tantrum coming on and clenches his jaw.

"Are you telling me that my child will be named after your family? How selfish could you possible be."

"Shika and I made this decision together, Sasuke," Temari sends him a very familiar, very reproachful glare.

"I'm the other biological parent, not your-"

"Lesbian lover," Shikamaru practically smirks.

He fumes. "I should have a say in what my child's name will be."

"Then shoot," Shikamaru glares back at him, "Now's your chance."

"Naori. Naori Uchiha." They freeze and stare at each other awkwardly. Shikamaru mutters 'troublesome' under her breath. "What?"

"We're not naming the baby Naori Uchiha."

"Then how about Naka?"

Temari breathes in and out. "We're not naming the baby 'Uchiha'."

He feels the sting of rejection again, only this time it hurts a lot more. He hasn't been the most attentive husband to her, by reasons only half his fault, but at the very least a baby should have united them in some way. To hear Temari cut him out of his own flesh and blood like that makes him feel like punching a wall repeatedly - and Sasuke is known for having an excellent sense of self-control whenever he's in the right mindset.

"We're naming it Nara-Sabaku."

"What?" Sasuke feels the tips of his ears heat up. "I don't recall Little Miss Gothic here producing any sperm."

"Yeah," Shikamaru bites back, "And we all know what a problem that is."

"Stop it, you two," Temari shouts just as the doctor comes in, blissfully unaware of their delicate situation, and swiftly sets up the machinery. Temari's reddened cheeks tone down in colour the more the doctor speaks to her with reassuring words, and holds the hand that Shikamaru proffers apologetically.

Sasuke watches them, still irate, and walks towards the door. "If you don't want me to raise my own child, then so be it. I'm done."

Then he hears it. The gentle whirring of the machine sending its sound waves into Temari's womb. Sasuke turns his head marginally and sees a figure appearing in the screen, small and stark white against the black backdrop. Without meaning to, Sasuke finds himself edging closer and closer towards the ultrasound image and leaning down to have a closer look at the screen.

That's his baby.

A tear leaks out of Temari's eye, prompting her to squeeze Shikamaru's hand like Christmas just arrived early.

That's their baby.

[oscopelabs]

Personality Crisis: The Radical Fluidity of Todd Haynes’ ‘Velvet Goldmine’ by Judy Berman

[This month, Musings pays homage to Produced and Abandoned: The Best Films You’ve Never Seen, a review anthology from the National Society of Film Critics that championed studio orphans from the ‘70s and ‘80s. In the days before the Internet, young cinephiles like myself relied on reference books and anthologies to lead us to film we might not have discovered otherwise. Released in 1990, Produced and Abandoned was a foundational piece of work, introducing me to such wonders as Cutter’s Way, Lost in America, High Tide, Choose Me, Housekeeping, and Fat City. (You can find the full list of entries here.) Over the next four weeks, Musings will offer its own selection of tarnished gems, in the hope they’ll get a second look. Or, more likely, a first. —Scott Tobias, editor.]

Like the glam rockers it gazes upon through the smoke-clouded lens of memory, Velvet Goldmine is most beautiful when it descends into chaos.

Stolen, the way great artists do, from Citizen Kane, the skeleton of Todd Haynes’ 1998 film is a chain of interlocking reminiscences of Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), a David Bowie-like glam rocker who fakes his own onstage death in the mid-’70s. A decade later—in that most dystopic of years, 1984—his ex-wife Mandy (Toni Collette) and former manager Cecil (Michael Feast) relate their bitter tales of betrayal to a journalist (Christian Bale) whose assignment has him reluctantly reliving his own teenage sexual awakening under the influence of Brian’s music. Between the interviews, musical numbers, and onscreen epigrams, there’s also a mysterious female narrator who sometimes surfaces, like a teacher reading a subversive storybook, with dreamy exposition that reaches back a century to invoke glam’s patron saint, Oscar Wilde.

The film climaxes with a propulsive sequence of scenes that are exhilarating precisely because they merge all of these points of view, subjective and omniscient, into one collective fantasy. Brian and his new conquest, the Iggy Pop/Lou Reed composite Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor), ride mini spaceships at a carnival to Reed’s “Satellite of Love.” Two random schoolgirls, their faces obscured, act out a love scene between a Curt doll and a Brian doll. In a posh hotel lobby, Brian’s entourage, styled like Old Hollywood starlets on the Weimar Germany set of a fin-de-siècle period film, recites pilfered sound bites about art. Then Brian and Curt are kissing on a circus stage, surrounded by old men in suits. They play Brian Eno’s “Baby’s on Fire” as Haynes cuts between the performance, an orgy in their hotel suite, and Bale’s hapless, young Arthur Stuart masturbating over a newspaper photo of Brian fellating Curt’s guitar. Stripped of narration—not to mention narrative—the film seems to be running on its own amorous fumes, its story fragmenting into a heap of glittering images as it hurtles from set piece to set piece.

Visual pleasure aside, it’s a perfect way of translating into cinematic language the argument that underlies Haynes’ script—that glam’s revelations about the radical fluidity of human identity go far beyond sex and gender. As the apotheosis of teen pop audiences’ thirst for outsize personae, fictional characters like Ziggy Stardust (who Velvet Goldmine further fictionalizes as Slade’s alter ego, Maxwell Demon) melded the symbiotic identities of artist and fan into a single, tantalizing vision of hedonism and transgression. Kids imitated idols they didn’t quite recognize as pure manifestations of their own inchoate desires. Musician and fan became each other’s mirror, and both could become entirely new people simply by changing costumes or names.

But it’s pretty much impossible to imagine Velvet Goldmine’s distributor and co-producer, Harvey Weinstein, appreciating this as he watched the film for the first time—or seeing anything in it, really, besides an expensive mess.

Haynes and his loyal producing partner, Killer Films head Christine Vachon, had already been through hell with Velvet Goldmine by the time they delivered a cut to Miramax. Bowie had refused Haynes’ repeated requests for permission to use six Ziggy-era songs in the film, claiming that he had a glam movie of his own in the works. And in a production diary that appears in her book Shooting to Kill, Vachon points out one unique challenge of making a film about queer male sexuality: “The MPAA seems to have a number of double standards. Naked females get R ratings, but pickle shots tend to get NC-17s. Our Miramax contract obligates us to an R.” She also mentions that an investor pulled $1 million of funding just weeks before filming.

The shoot was even more harrowing than the two veteran indie filmmakers could’ve predicted. As they fell behind schedule, a production executive started nagging Vachon to make cuts. “Todd is miserable,” she wrote in her diary the night before they wrapped. “He says that making movies this way is awful and he doesn’t want to do it.” In an interview that accompanies the published screenplay for Velvet Goldmine, Oren Moverman asks Haynes, “Was the making of the film joyful for you?” “I’m afraid not,” he replies. “We were trying very hard to cut scenes while shooting, knowing that we were behind and we didn’t have the money for the overloaded schedule. But there was hardly a scene we could cut without losing essential narrative information.” It’s remarkable that he managed to capture 123 usable minutes’ worth of meticulously art-directed ‘70s excess (and ‘80s bleakness) in just nine weeks, under so much external pressure, on a budget of $7 million.

When the film finally reached Harvey Scissorhands, after months of editing, Weinstein told Haynes it was too long and the structure didn’t work. “He made suggestions that I didn’t follow, and then he just buried it,” the director told Down and Dirty Pictures author Peter Biskind. What happened next comes straight from the Weinstein playbook: “Even afterward,” Haynes remembered, “they threw out a DVD, they didn’t ask for a director commentary, my name wasn’t on the cover of it, it was buried in the minuscule billing block. He can’t even do the really small things that don’t cost anything—he never shows any respect.” (That Haynes never found a distributor he preferred to Weinstein, with whom he reunited for I’m Not There and Carol, speaks volumes about the way Hollywood treats ambitious filmmakers.)

After it failed to blow audiences away at the 1998 Cannes Film Festival, Miramax effectively dumped Velvet Goldmine. It debuted on just 85 screens that November, ultimately grossing about $1 million stateside. Its ridiculous theatrical trailer might well be a glimpse at the movie Weinstein was expecting: a “magical trip back to the ‘70s” with 100% more murder mystery and 100% less gay sex.

Critics were just as ambivalent about the film as festival audiences. While forward-thinking reviewers wanted to love it for its visual beauty and openly queer aesthetic, many lamented that its plot was slight and its characters hollow. David Ansen of Newsweek complained that “Haynes is unwilling to get too close to his characters. Slade, in particular, is a blank”—failing to see that Brian is a cypher by design. Like the Barbie-doll Karen Carpenter of Haynes’ debut feature, Superstar, and the fragments of Bob Dylan diffused across I’m Not There, Velvet Goldmine’s Bowie is less a portrait of the real person than a screen on which fans project their own fantasies about him.

At The Nation, Stuart Klawans rightly identified Arthur, not Brian, as the film’s protagonist. But he also wondered why he grows up to be such an unhappy adult. “Why is Haynes so tough on Arthur?” Klawans wanted to know. “Why, through the character, is he so tough on himself? It’s apparent everywhere in Velvet Goldmine that Haynes, like Arthur, loves Glitter Rock. He, too, fell for a mass-marketed product, which was no more likely than Mr. Clean to carry out a world-transforming promise. But instead of honoring the truth of his enthusiasm, so that he might look back on its object with a smile and a sigh…Haynes does penance for being a sap.”

Others found the film’s collage of ideas and allusions cumbersome. “Velvet Goldmine is weighed down with self-important messages, but it’s also splashily opulent,” Stephanie Zacharek wrote at Salon. “It’s as if Todd Haynes had plunged his hand into a pile of clothes at a jumble sale and come out with a handful that was half velvet finery, half polyester rejectables.”

All of these reactions make sense, coming from adult critics who had probably seen the film just once, after reading months’ worth of reports about its troubled birth, in the sterile environment of a press screening. But what’s clear from a distance of nearly two decades, during which Velvet Goldmine has become a low-key cult classic, is that few films are so poorly suited to be judged on the basis of a single dispassionate viewing. If you’re looking for tight plotting and complex characters, you’re not going to find them in this mixtape of music videos, aphorisms, and waking dream sequences. There is no actual murder mystery, and Arthur’s investigation into Slade’s disappearance isn’t a source of suspense so much as an excuse to keep contrasting an incandescent past with a dull, gray present.

I’m lucky enough to have first encountered Velvet Goldmine under what turned out to be ideal circumstances: at age 15, on premium cable, late enough at night that it easily bypassed my rational mind en route to my adolescent subconscious. I had no idea how many details it cribbed from the biographies of Bowie and his contemporaries, or how much of the dialogue was quoted from their (and their heroes’) most memorable utterances. I bought the soundtrack without realizing that it put ‘70s originals side-by-side with contemporary covers and new songs by younger bands like Pulp and Shudder to Think in yet another glam pastiche. It wouldn’t have occurred to me to find the 1984 scenes unsatisfying because I got so instantly immersed in the ‘70s spectacles that they barely existed for me.

Not that the film only works on an emotional level. Haynes’ ideas about fandom, politics, sexuality, and identity become even more profound once you can see the organizing principle behind what might initially seem like a jumble of indulgent images. Like the death hoax Brian Slade uses to escape a fantasy life that’s grown too real for comfort, Velvet Goldmine’s loose plot is classic misdirection, obscuring a tight and purposeful structure that delays the resolution of the ‘80s storyline until it’s primed you to feel the loss of the liberated ‘70s viscerally. But you’ll never get that far into dissecting the film if you don’t fall in love with it at first viewing. And that’s easiest to do when you’re as impressionable as young Arthur, who watches Brian Slade flaunt his queerness in a televised press conference and imagines himself shouting to his parents, “That is me!”  

Revisit it as you grow older, though, and you might discover that the disillusioned 30-something characters now feel as rich as their idealistic former selves. Velvet Goldmine is often called a gay film, but that obscures the universal resonance of its queer coming-of-age narrative. Better to think of it as a bisexual film that uses non-binary sexuality as a metaphor for the boundless possibilities of youth—the promise of a future constrained only by the limits of one’s own ambitions and appetites. Its characters can’t achieve permanent liberation by “coming out”; to maintain lifestyles that match their desires, they would have to reject the monogamy that defines adulthood for most people. Particularly amid the AIDS crisis of the 1980s, which haunts the film’s dreary present on a purely subtextual level, it’s obvious why they (like the real glam rockers they’re modeled after) retreat from the liberated lives they staked out for themselves.

But you don’t need to buy in to the incendiary claim Brian makes at his press conference, that everyone is bisexual, to see how this storyline reflects the many kinds of disappointments that await most starry-eyed fans in adulthood. Klawans’ objection to Haynes’ treatment of Arthur feels naive because it assumes people should be able to peacefully coexist with their shattered dreams. Why shouldn’t he feel bitter about having joined a sexual revolution that didn’t, finally, set him free? “It gets better” for Arthur when he leaves his homophobic family to move in with a latter-day glam act in London, but sometime after he hooks up with an unmoored Curt Wild at a tribute concert called the Death of Glitter, “it” just gets boring as the world gets worse.

And the world really does sometimes get worse, though audiences in the relatively peaceful, prosperous late ‘90s might have forgotten about that. Watching Velvet Goldmine for perhaps the 25th time, two weeks before Donald Trump’s inauguration, at the end of an era that has brought unprecedented freedom of sexual and gender expression, I was struck by how vividly Haynes captures a culture’s flight from progress, and how rare it is to see that kind of transition depicted on film. His argument about fluidity turns out to be even more potent when applied to societies than individuals (or, at least, it seems that way in 2017). Our capacity for transformation may be infinite, but that doesn’t mean those changes are always for the best.

[ginnyzero]

Dream Jobs, Fashion, & Barbie

Originally Posted 1/31/2016

If I had been a more self aware seven year old child, I would have wanted to work for Mattel's Barbie division. - Me

Ironically, I actually had this scheduled to go up Wednesday, but two days ago, Mattel announced new Barbie doll molds. Barbie now comes in curvy, tall and petite.

Barbie was actually the toy I played the most with as a child. I would build her houses with Legos and Lincoln Logs. I liked to change her clothes. I had a ton of accessories from both Barbie brand and knock off toy brands that she could use. Barbie even had a perfume bottle set that was pretty prized and fought over when my friends came to play. I wasn't extremely creative with her story lines, I cared a lot more about her clothes and what fashion packs I could get (or at least stare longingly at in the toy aisle.) I remember that as a kid, I loved green and Barbie just didn't have enough green in their options. So, I wrote them a letter asking for more green. They sent me a standard form rejection letter in response. Way to crush a child's dreams, Mattel.

Barbie and the Crayola Fashion Designer set (that I used through high school) were the two driving reasons why when I couldn't figure out how to get into Video Game design (thank you Myst behind the scenes videos), that I rummaged through my hobbies and dug into my ACT employment test and decided to go to school for Fashion Design. Architecture seemed too math heavy. Writing too risky. (I should have gone for writing. Sigh.)

Now, Barbie in particular has had her fair share of bad marketing and mothers accusing them of creating bad body image in girls. Overall, Mattel has always stuck with the idea that the Barbie Brand is positive because even back when women didn't have careers outside the home (or at least not many of them did), Barbie promoted to girls that they could dream to be anything whether it was a Doctor, a Veterinarian, an Astronaut, a lawyer and I seem to remember Barbies that went to the Olympics. But due to the recent and not so recent push back about 'natural' bodies and 'body positivity' Mattel has finally gotten on board (or at least been pushed by falling sales numbers in the Barbie division) to create different body types.

There have been at least a couple of dolls that tried to promote a more body positive image in a fashion doll. The biggest that I know about is Lammily. Most of Lammily's early marketing was about not being Barbie and how the doll was created on the proportions of the 'average' teenager. And that's what Lammily looks like, average. She's not 'warm' or 'inviting' like the creator wants you to think. She's actually, really pretty boring. Also, her clothes are boring and they don't fit and she doesn't have any shape to make them aesthetically pleasing. See, the creator of Lammily and most the people who cry about body positivity and having 'natural proportions' miss the point of a fashion doll entirely. They seem to think that Mattel and fashion designers and those in the fashion industry don't know that Barbie's proportions are wrong and she's too tall and too thin and has too small of a waist and her bust is too big.

We do. In fact, I think I've sat through at least two classes on this at both universities I attended, one even had a homemade model of what Barbie would look like if she was human sized. It was a bit scary. (Both the proportions and the execution of the model.)

The thing is, we don't care.

First and for most, fashion is a business. Fashion dolls are a business. Fashion itself is around a three trillion dollar global industry. Fashion is about branding. It's about marketing and it's about trend forecasting. In fashion, we know what you're going to do before you do.

Fashion execs and marketers shamelessly use psychology in their advertisements to get the populace to buy their products. We know it's not real. We know it's fake. We know that without photoshop that no one can achieve the proportions of the girls in the magazine ads. We know that catwalk models are 2% of the population in the world, which by the way is the same percent as people who can wear that bright sickly yellow that the human eye sees first! We make ourselves immune to it. We accept that it is fantasy.

The fashion industry and fashion dolls sell a fantasy. That's how they make their living. No matter how much people scream about the models looking anorexic. (They might possibly be or they might naturally just be that skinny.) Or that Barbie if she was human height wouldn't be able to walk because her bust is too big and she's be over six foot eight and she lacks internal organs, if it is going to continue to make the fashion industry and the fashion doll industry money. It's not going to change anything.

Now, I don't really think that Barbie's lack of natural proportions has been the reason her sales numbers have been falling. My recent perusal of Mattel's shopping site left me bitterly disappointed on how boring and normal Barbie looked, even though the clothes fit. They just didn't feel high fashion or even outrageous fashion. (My favorite outfit included a hot pink denim jacket. Oh, the eighties.) There wasn't any fantasy. The fantasy that Monster High & Ever After High and things like Disney's Fairies or the Frozen dolls have. A fantasy that Lammily never had to begin with.

I don't know if these new Barbie dolls are going to change that. It might take quite a bit more than trying to embrace different body types to bring the magic and the fantasy back to Barbie.

[myhahnestopinion]

The Night A BUREAUCRATIC, OPEN-HEARTED NICE GUY Came Home: HOSPITAL MASSACRE (1982)

A hospital is a pretty solid choice of setting for a horror film. There’s a nice irony to a place centered around healing to be the site of a series of grotesque murders. Halloween II used this irony to great effect, to emphasize the inexorable horrors of Michael Myers’ pursuit of Laurie Strode on Halloween Night 1978. Other films such as A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, Hellbound: Hellraiser II, and, to a lesser extent, Rob Zombie’s remake of Halloween II, also utilize this irony of transforming a hospital’s refuge into a house of horrors.

1982’s Hospital Massacre, also known as X-Ray and Be My Valentine, Or Else…, is not particularly concerned with this irony. It’s far too busy being fascinated by the bureaucracy of visiting a hospital. The film is most notable for staring Barbi Benton, whose career runs the gamut in moral inoffensiveness from Playboy model to Country music star (I’ll let you decide which constitutes the low point on that moral inoffensiveness scale).  Like Laurie Strode just a year prior, Barbi Benton finds herself chased by a masked killer around a hospital, but her pursuer is far more concerned with getting the proper paperwork filed than getting his kill. You really should feel sorry for this killer though, because, well, he’s just such a “nice guy.” Why doesn’t somebody want to date him?

The film’s cold open is one that certainly matches My Bloody Valentine, another clear source of inspiration for the film, in abrupt escalation, but, hey, love just moves fast sometimes. We open on “Susan’s House,” as the film’s inter-title helpfully explains, because we all know where Susan’s house is located and who Susan is, right? Here, a young, shy boy named Harold puts the finishing touches of his hand-made Valentine, before leaving it on the doorstep. Aww, we’ve all been there, right?

Harold watches from the window as Susan takes the Valentine back to her living room, where she and her friend David laugh at it and crumple it up. Susan abruptly ends her laughing to announce, “I’m going to go eat some cake now.” It’s a sudden decision that gets her out of the room long enough for Harold to break in, and kill David. Aww, we’ve all been there, right? Right? Hello?

Susan returns to find David’s dead body on the hatstand. Huh, looks like Harold’s not the only guy who’s hung up on Susan now! Ha ha ha ha ha!

But seriously, I wonder why she doesn’t want to be his Valentine? I mean, sure, his decision to murder her best friend may have come out of nowhere, but so did her sudden desire to get some cake, so they seem perfect to me! Love thrives on spontaneity!

There’s no follow up to these events before we cut to 19 years later. That’s the origin story. One of the trademark elements of a slasher film is a villain who has been wronged in the past. Freddy Krueger was burned alive in an act of vigilante justice. Jason murders teens because they let him drown, as did his mother before him. The killer from I Know What You Did Last Summer kills because he knows what they did last summer. What does Harold from Hospital Massacre have as a motivation? He was rejected by a girl once in grade school.

You know, sadly, this is probably the most believable slasher villain motivation that I’ve ever encountered.

So, in 1980, Susan has grown up to be a successful business woman, but is still unlucky in love, having divorced her husband Tom, with whom she has a daughter. That’s about all we learn about this now adult Susan before she is driven by her new boyfriend Jack to the hospital, where the remainder of the film takes place. 

The ninth floor of this hospital is currently being fumigated, which adds some nice eerie fog to the proceedings, as well as a lot of confusion as to why characters continue to visit this floor regardless. In the first of many instances of the poor communication between this hospital’s staff, Dr. Jacobs is called up to the 9th floor, and heads there, despite it being fumigated. She is promptly murdered by a mysterious man dressed in surgical scrubs.

After murdering her doctor, the surgeon killer swaps out Susan’s x-rays with a fake pair that apparently suggest that Susan is in need of immediate medical attention. The film can’t be bothered to specify just what life-threatening condition this could be exactly. All we know is that this is a urgent condition that requires Playboy model Barbi Benton to undress so that a doctor can re-evaluate her. Proper medical procedure or gratuitous nudity? I’ll let you figure that one out.

The movie tries to justify this nude scene by throwing in some hilariously lame attempts at building tension. During the check-up, the doctor moves his hands up towards Susan’s neck. Could he be about to choke her to death? Um, no, he’s just checking her pulse and breathing and stuff. But then, he picks up a sharp needle! Could he be about to stab her to death?! Um, no, he’s just drawing blood. Also, a needle poke wouldn’t kill someone.

While Susan awaits the results of her test, the film sets about establishing its murder mystery. The film’s pitiful attempt to build up a cast of suspects for its masked killer essentially amounts to the film making us question whether all the male characters are staring at Susan just because she is played by Barbi Benton, or because she’s played by Barbi Benton and so they want to kill her. 

Could the killer be Hal, a man who is allowed to wander the hallways of the hospital drunk for some reason, and who sloppily eats a hamburger with way too much ketchup so that the film can try to briefly trick us into thinking its blood? Um, no, ketchup and blood do not look similar. At all.

Could it be Susan’s ex-husband Tom, as suggested in a brief, unresolved subplot where Susan calls her daughter and is told that Tom left their child home alone? 

Could it be handsome doctor #1, Dr. Saxon, who seems intent on keeping Susan in the hospital at all costs?

Or could it be handsome doctor #2, whose name is Harry, just like the Harold from the film’s cold open, and who acts charming towards Susan before disappearing for three-fourths of the movie? 

Huh. I just don’t know, Hospital Massacre.

While a nurse is typing up Susan’s blood work, she is killed by the surgeon, who waited behind a closet door until she finished typing, despite the fact that he just wants to swap out the blood report with another fake document. Another nurse discovers this, and is strangled with a stethoscope, so at least the film delivered on everyone’s expected hospital themed murder. 

When the doctors receive this false report, they decide that Susan needs to be kept in the hospital for observation. She is placed in the same room as three elderly women, who gossip to themselves about the ways in which Susan’s still-undefined illness could cause her to shrivel up and die. Like the fumigated floor before them, the three elderly women add atmosphere to the film, being reminiscent of the Fates from Greek mythology, as well as add a lot of confusion, particularly as to who they are and why the film spends so much time on their bickering when it could be developing a more complex mystery.

With Susan kept in the hospital far longer than expected, boyfriend Jack decides to visit her. When told by a nurse that Susan was placed under observation and that she can give him no more details, Jack mutters, “That explains everything,” in a line that was clearly written as sarcastic, but is delivered in a manner that suggest the film really does want us to forget that it can’t be bothered to come up with some possible deadly disease that Susan could have.

While waiting for more word, Jack receives a phone call telling him to head up to the floor that is currently being fumigated. There, he crosses paths with the three elderly women, who are also just randomly wandering these gas-filled hallway, before heading into a nearby room. He begins to hear a menacing whisper from a shadowy figure. “Is Susan your mistress?” the voices hisses. “Can you touch her wherever you like? In all her… secret places…?” 

Secret places? Geez, I wonder why this guy can’t get a date. Well, there’s the breasts and the vulva and associated areas, but, well, most people know about those, surgeon killer… Or are there more secret places that we don’t know about?! Gasp! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM US, SUSAN??!

The surgeon steps out of the shadows and kills Jack. He then delivers a Valentine gift to Susan’s bedside. Susan awakens and opens the gift to reveal a… Jack-in-the-box. Aww, how cute! Well, more accurately, it’s Jack’s-head-in-a-box, but, hey, it’s the thought that counts. This film is really trying to one-up the other Valentine themed slasher flick I’ve covered in this series with this bit, as that one only ever had cardiac organs in its Valentine’s Day presents. Eat your heart out, My Bloody Valentine!

After receiving her boyfriend’s decapitated head, Susan runs through the hallways of the hospital screaming for help. The only people she finds, though, are three men strung up in full body casts, which only causes her to scream louder. Oh my god! It’s people who have had severe enough injuries that they need extensive cast work on their bodies! The horror! How do we know if they are even people anymore with their bodies covered like that?!

Dr. Saxon finds Susan screaming, and returns her to her hospital room. After seeing that the Valentine box now only contains a cake, he decides that Susan needs to be detained, as one of the reported symptoms of her still completely unexplained medical condition is mental deterioration. With Susan now confined to the hospital, strapped to her bed, and drugged by some non-descript pink pill designed to treat her non-descript fake illness, it appears that the killer’s plot is almost complete! What could it all be leading up to?!

The surgeon picks off some more nurses and doctors before we find out. One kill involves the killer walking slowly down a hallway towards a nurse, holding a spread-out white sheet in front of him. For anyone with a dreadful fear of white sheets, such as this young nurse, it’s a terrifying sequence. For all of you out there not scared by bedsheets, it’s, well, pretty laughable.

Finally, the surgeon enacts the final stage of his master plan. With all this planning involved, I hope its something really good! He wheels Susan to a surgical table, where he begins to caress her “secret areas.” However, the surgeon decides it’s best not to leave Susan strapped down as he prepares to operate on her. And, so Susan reaches out and pulls of the mask revealing the killer to be…

Yeah, it’s Harry. 

Well, as an irritated Harry says, “Not Harry. It’s Harold, remember?” at which point the film flashes back to the cold open where child Susan laughs at child Harold’s Valentine. Yes, this film’s twist ending relies entirely on the viewer not knowing how nicknames work.

This twist is apparently targeted at the kind of people who can’t figure out that LarryBoy is actually Larry the Cucumber… which is honesty probably more people than I expect. 

But wait! There’s more! “Harry” backwards is “Yrrah”, which is approximately the sound I scream out in frustration when having to deal with how dumb this mystery was!

So, with the killer’s identity revealed, Susan asks Harold what he wants. “What I’ve always wanted,” Harold replies, while grabbing a surgical saw. “Your heart.”

…You know, I’ve heard of a lot of elaborate attempts to win over a romantic interest before, but, well, Harold here just blows them all out of the water. Here is a man who is willing to spend 19 years, during which time he made no further effort to communicate with Susan or express his feelings for her, building up his master plan, attending medical school, getting a job at a big-city hospital where Susan lives, waiting for her to get a work-related medical check-up, waiting for her to return for the results of this work-related medical check-up, murdering her primary physician so that he can swap out her X-rays for fake ones, murdering a nurse so that he can swap out her blood work for another fake, building up enough of a paper trail to get her placed under observation, and then finally taking her to an operating table so that he can literally, not figuratively, have her heart. 

Wow! How romantic! I mean, if it was me, I probably would have just cut out her heart without all that trouble or paperwork, or maybe just talk to her again because people’s feelings change a lot since grade school. But, hey, it’s just really sweet when someone’s willing to make such a grand gesture for the person they love. What a nice guy!

And so, after 19 years of careful planning, Harold’s master plan is undone when the three old women show up again, looking for Dr. Saxon, which distracts him long enough for Susan to stab him with a knife and run away. Yes, he would have gotten away with his elaborate murder plan 19 years in the making if it weren’t for those meddling… elderly people! Never underestimate the meddling nature of elderly people, dude!

The film then culminates with a tedious chase sequences around the hospital, ending with Harold being doused in chemicals, lit on fire, and tumbling off a roof to his death. Now that’s what I call burning love, am I right? Ha ha ha ha! Susan exits the hospital and is reunited with her ex-husband and daughter before the movie ends, because, hey, what other resolution do we need from a film with no plot and unremarkable characters.

You know, sometimes, the heart knows what it wants, and sometimes it doesn’t. Hospital Massacre does not know what it wants. Was it a Valentine’s Day themed slasher, or a hospital themed one? Was Harold meant to be a sympathetic character in that cold open, or was Susan?  Were those three elderly women meant to be comedic relief, or a deus ex machina, or did they serve no purpose at all? Was Harold’s forging of documents an elaborate plot, or was it entirely pointless? The film ultimately can’t decide on any of these points, leaving Hospital Massacre to desperate scramble to come up with increasingly absurd reasons as to why anything happens in this film at all, while always refusing to detail Susan’s supposed illness. While there’s a lot of charm from the film’s shlocky slasher nature, it really features nothing that hasn’t been done better elsewhere, such as in the hospital-set slashers mentioned at the beginning, or in My Bloody Valentine.

There is, however, one part of this film that truly stands out, and that’s Harold. His elaborate romantic gesture towards Susan is just truly inspiring. Seeing a man go through medical school and forge all that unnecessary paperwork just so he can gain the heart of his grade-school sweetheart… well, it was just really something. Hospital Massacre may be a terrible slasher, but I’ll always remember the way in which Harold’s gesture touched my heart, the most secret of all secret areas.

Hospital Massacre is available on Blu-ray and DVD.

NEXT: The Night A TRULY NUCLEAR FAMILY Came Home…

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The Confessions

All 69 confessions (yay!?) That got posted before I made this, no filter.

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I fantasise about Rutger

1/18/2017 4:21 PM

Here's the mother of all confessions, i cant help but sing along to Justin Bieber...and I dont even like him.

1/18/2017 3:59 PM

I admit bossy makes me all squirmy sometimes but other times I want to strangle the bossies.

1/18/2017 3:42 PM

If someone says something that turns me off during cyber, I fake a disconnect. I have the crappiest net connection ever!

1/18/2017 3:18 PM

People who bitch about courtesy and manners irritate me. Just because someone isn't up the crack of your ass or your best friend, doesn't make their sentiments any less genuine. Can you sound more ungrateful?

1/18/2017 2:21 PM

Everytime she walks into a room, I want to make love to her face.

1/18/2017 1:59 PM

DOn't never forget when you getting that temporary thrill; the one you shoved off to get it is getting the distance they need to walk away..

1/18/2017 12:49 PM

you think you are god's gift to women, and yet at some point maybe you were. now though you are just one man in the long line of rejected boys.

1/18/2017 12:47 PM

People who aren't your friends congratulating you on things, annoy me. Not friends that truly understand the struggles that I went through to get to the place where I am.

1/18/2017 12:40 PM

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world. Life in plastic, its fantastic.

1/18/2017 11:40 AM

What is the point in congratulating someone on a new relationship online? It's not something we go around doing in real time, why do we insist on doing it online?

1/18/2017 11:37 AM

If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, submit to Vulgar - claps hands- If your lonely and you know it, then your knees will surely show it , submit to Vulgar -claps hands-

1/18/2017 10:16 AM

I confess I would be happy in seven collars. One for each day.

1/17/2017 9:13 PM

I don't think my husband understands how much I really love him. We are stronger than ever and I truly happy with our life and how it is going. I just wish I could convey it better then I do.

1/17/2017 9:00 PM

I have a crush on Malice's hoochers ...

1/17/2017 8:55 PM

I'm so over you.

1/17/2017 8:27 PM

I confess, I have a girl crush on myself, too. -winks- <3

1/17/2017 8:26 PM

I still sleep with a stuffed bear, one that came from my niece because it makes me feel close to her and well it's better then being in bed alone.

1/17/2017 8:02 PM

@Q Don't worry, there are sexual desires involved in said fantasy too! -coughs back-

1/17/2017 7:57 PM

I think I finally found the one, It feels so right and natural to be upon my knees before him, and yet, I will never be able to call him Daddy, but I shall always call him Master.

1/17/2017 7:53 PM

I have a filthy dirty mouth but people wants me to be lady like well fuck that shit take me as I am or can fuck right off. I like my dirty mouth thank you very much it allows me way to decompress from the stress of real time

1/17/2017 7:49 PM

I am with the wrong person.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I'd totally do Murder, like fuck her, not kill someone.

1/17/2017 7:28 PM

I confess to the fantasy of being in Q's collar. The one and only woman to ever elicit such feelings from me.. in a non sexual way.

1/17/2017 7:25 PM

I'm in love with somebody who's taken and doesn't even know I exist.

1/17/2017 7:09 PM

I confess that I bite my tongue too much. I'm afraid that one of these days I'm just gonna blow up and say everything that I've been holding in.

1/17/2017 7:01 PM

I wish my skill at design was half as good as care's

1/17/2017 6:59 PM

I have a girl crush on Q, and malice, and care

1/17/2017 6:56 PM

Being online is such a trip. I mean honestly, take a step back and evaluate how we interact with one another. Would you do that in real life? Would you straight up grope people just cause they're your friend? Would you talk with them about imaginary characters as if they're real people? Would you stab people in the back the way that you do? The screen is just as much a window into some wonderful fantasy, as it is a shield between you and the real world. It's given me some of the best people, and some of the worst people I've ever known. I need the periodic break to get a grip on what's really important, but with this age of technology it's hard to know who is a real friend, and who needs to say on the other side of the internet.

1/17/2017 6:51 PM

*farts* -waves hand - Oh god !. I confess I was holding that in for quite a while.

1/17/2017 5:12 PM

if I ever win the lottery ... I know two bitches that will be hello kitty spa'ing it up ...

1/17/2017 3:32 PM

They will never understand the anger I feel when they act like they were your best friends when all they did was cut you out because of their jealousy.

1/17/2017 3:21 PM

He's moved on and he'll never know that I'm still in love with him

1/17/2017 2:33 PM

Nothing like having your heart broken in the worst way and then being ripped off on top of it. Even though you could literally ruin him, but he took for granted the fact that your just not that kind of person. Sometimes, I wish I was that kind of person.

1/17/2017 2:21 PM

I confess I always want more than I have, even when I have everything I could want.

1/17/2017 2:06 PM

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

there are many times I wish I could go back and change some things, and yet I wonder if He would still had been with me through those changes or if he was meant for other great things and I was a stone in the path of life

1/17/2017 2:05 PM

i wish you would put yourself in my shoes, then you might understand and stop making excuses.

1/17/2017 2:03 PM

I have missed you for so long, it became a habit to say I am hurting. I just realized, I am not hurting anymore and I am not sure when that happened, but it feels fucking great to be free.

1/17/2017 1:41 PM

I wish Addiction was free too.. but he charges. 20 bucks an hour. Totally fuckin' worth it!

1/17/2017 1:15 PM

I wish that I was good enough for you to hang around all the time, and not just when your others are busy.

1/17/2017 12:48 PM

Originality - like Common Sense. Not all that common in the RP world.

1/17/2017 12:44 PM

I'm happiest when I'm being a puppy.

1/17/2017 11:42 AM

I wish he would live less in RP and more in the real world. Maybe someday he will be a real live boy

1/17/2017 10:11 AM

Sometimes I think the past pain, and hurt won't allow me to be truly happy with my One.

1/17/2017 9:33 AM

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

1/17/2017 8:59 AM

Sometimes I wish, He would look at me as more then a Friend. That he would take me like he means it, and be the one for me.

1/17/2017 8:57 AM

My heart hurts for the state I'm in right now, stuck between having what I want on one and then not having it fully on the other side.

1/17/2017 8:25 AM

My trust keeps getting broken. I thought I had learned my lesson, but apparently not. Makes me want to pack it in and disappear, and quit RPing entirely. I've considered it for years.

1/17/2017 8:16 AM

I wish just once he would look at me the way he does her.........

1/17/2017 3:58 AM

Your words say "You are important. I need you in my life. I miss you when you are not here" Your actions say "I won't let you in because (Reasons). You don't excite me enough to flirt with anymore. I don't have the energy to learn the you, you are becoming. So I will treat you as if you are still the old you." And yet, you are amazed that I don't give you attention anymore? That I won't chase you anymore. That I no longer hang on your every word. You see, it is because I am off spending time with people who want me my attention and show it. I don't hate you. I miss you, and how you used to make me feel. I just don't believe your words anymore.

1/17/2017 1:03 AM

My collar is a halo ...

1/16/2017 10:55 PM

I met the worst person I've ever known online, and they are still the love of my life.

1/16/2017 10:35 PM

Sometimes I wonder if the people on ReVo would like me half as much if they knew I was actually a man in real life

1/16/2017 9:50 PM

I wish Addiction was free

1/16/2017 9:41 PM

When you seek acceptance for your own kinks and quirks, remember that you must give others acceptance for theirs.

1/16/2017 8:33 PM

Sometimes I feel like the people that claim to be my friends or to like me only come around if they want something and consider me a doormat, or someone they can easily manipulate

1/16/2017 7:50 PM

I would probably murder a really bad person for a pizza right now.

1/16/2017 7:47 PM

I in my role play went from being a bad ass bitch to being a cyber bunny to now finally forming bonds in true role play and thoroughly enjoying the role play I do have I am learning it is not quantity its Quality

1/16/2017 7:31 PM

I miss being wanted by many women online. I use to have pick of the litter, I can't even get one to be with me now and I am very lonely over it.

1/16/2017 7:17 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people realize they paint me a bad person when they don't even know me. At least know a person before you villainize them.

1/16/2017 7:11 PM

ReVo is my home and family even when I feel like taking long breaks from the online world due to drama others can and do create

1/16/2017 6:39 PM

Sometimes I wonder if people really enjoy and want me around or if I'm just something they tolerate.

1/16/2017 6:07 PM

I come to ReVo for the people, I stay for the loyalty, and I am consumed by the roleplay which I haven't yet created.

1/16/2017 4:50 PM

I sometimes miss being popular everywhere and having my IM's blow up. Not as much as I used to. Its like the older I get, the more I dont care about roleplay as much due to the amount of drama in every single genre!

1/16/2017 4:01 PM

I have an incredible need to submit to one particular man.

1/16/2017 3:42 PM

I confess I am attracted to roleplay for the sex and now it seems almost taboo to admit that it's for cybering over playing out only stories. Sure that is great to have in it and to create along the way but my confession is I want the action a lot more.

1/16/2017 3:30 PM

my Oh so well kept hidden confession is that ReVo rocks and has some really epic people in. Oh and Grey is hot!