Ok, during lunch i was goofing off by browsing the dat*ng app and came across a profile who 'liked' mine that was some blonde haired pretty boy with this as a tag line: "looking for the sophie to my howl". My heart flew into my throat....was i about to live out some teenage fantasy? I got incredibly excited until i realized with dawning horror that this dude possibly meant movie!sophie...
Full offense to the movie but the artists shaved off all the harsh edges on both sophie and howl to the point of unrecognizability beyond basic plot points. So anyone who is searching for the soft, gentle, pleasant version of sophie in the movie absolutely could not handle the slightly manic cleaning lady who enjoys bullying fire demons from the book. Book sophie is quite literally a bit of an obnoxious witch(with a b). She gets angry and expresses herself by murdering weeds. She enjoys teasing howl mercilessly. She gets panic attacks and wears the curse around her like a blanket to protect herself from anxiety and uncertainty. Book sophie is a fully flawed three dimensional character in the same way that movie sophie is a picturesque daydream meant for someone more in love with the idea of being in love than wanting to actually be in love.
But it also just annoyed me because this dude was unwittingly buying into the exact flaw of movie howl. Movie howl was remade into the idea of what women want: he's perfect, he's courtly and an utter gentleman, he acts like a prince. Movie howl is what book howl pretended to be when he went off on dates.
And the entire point of the book is that it took these disguises coming off (howl's princely fake romance character and sophie's literal old woman curse) for these two idiots to fall in love. Sophie starts out as a shy timid mouse, too scared to even talk to howl - she literally runs away from him when they meet in the market. She's so insecure and unable to be selfish that the curse is a blessing in disguise for her. The minute she becomes an old woman she no longer has anything to lose, all her fucks are gone, she's for once in her life just being herself. And she marches into howl's castle looking for a place to sleep because she thinks an old woman would be safe from howl's heart stealing (womanizing) ways.
And howl, meanwhile, doesn't know anything about this crazy old woman except Calcifer likes her (and calcifer represents howl's true heart so it's essentially his gut instinct), and he sees through the old woman disguise before she sees through his but the point is he's still seeing the real sophie - not the shy timid one (movie sophie).
And sophie sees behind howl’s entire facade! The book emphasizes that howl's towering powerful ‘castle’ is hollow smoke - it’s really a tiny three room cottage. Sophie gets to meet howl's real family and find out his working class plain mouse-brown hair background from an unmagical unglamorous world. Sophie cuts up his fancy suits immediately when howl tries to put on his disguise and ‘steal hearts’ again. That was the entire theme of the book: real love doesn't need disguises and artifice.
THAT was the teenage daydream: struggling with insecurity and posturing and a whole bunch of nonsense to discover honest true love underneath. And the movie was about none of that.
Teenage me never wanted the stupid princely version of howl. Teenage me wanted the messy, vain, spider loving, too soft hearted, cowardly, loyal, andre aggassi, stubborn-assed wizard from the book. I will never never forgive the movie for taking all that and turning it into something some guy who fancies himself a handsome courtly prince can put into his d*ting profile.
Anyway if any wizards are in need of an old cleaning lady to befriend their fire demon let me know. Fire demon not required - i have my own, my blue teardrop of a car named Clacifer. And i have the spiders. And i have the facade of success thats on the brink of crumbling. And i keep heartlessly rejecting everyone who wants to date me. Shit fuck ive turned into howl. Except im also my own manic cleaning lady so maybe ive just hyper independently doomed myself to lonliness \o/
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left my apartment today to get this awesome stuff from @heybabybird !! such a cute art style ahhh, and it was packaged wonderfully!!!
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one piece watch out for how gross it gets later on, like 14 year old chainmail bikini, or a adult main character marries a 12 year old
dont worry ive already been given the pre brief. also we are already constantly roasting one piece for its treatment of women. like how nami cant take the most minor of injuries without getting knocked out the fight, or how Zorro's much-better-than-him rival said she couldn't be a great swordsman because she's a girl, then FELL DOWN SOME STAIRS AND BROKE HER FUCKING NECK.
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i cannot believe janda sat down, took out their little scripting hands, and wrote this shit:
(Outside elevator on different floor. Doors open to reveal Jake and Amir still hugging.)
JAKE: Alright, this is me.
AMIR: NO!
JAKE: Alright, one more elevator ride.
AMIR: Two more.
JAKE: Okay.
AMIR: ... and the stairs.
(Blackout as elevator dings.)
and expected us to be normal after that. AND THE STAIRS.
AND THE STAIRS.
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The thing is I feel like if I mentioned how much I got paid youd think I was crazy for wanting a new job. But on the other hand I also feel like if I hate the job as much as I do it really shouldn't matter how much I get paid if it makes me this unhappy
Also searching for jobs is a fucking nightmare. You see positions where you know the qualified candidate would need to pay for college or certification, neither of which is cheap, and the position pays fuckin. $13 $14 an hour, which no one can live on, not even around here where rent is on average $800 a month. Like how is anyone supposed to live independently on $14 an hour? Fuckin. I loved merchandising, it's what kept me at the dollar store as long as I stayed, my primary job was setting new sales displays and I liked it, it let me be a little creative, but a merchandising job only pays like $12, $13. I cant live on that
And I dont want to get a roommate because I have too much shit and am too messy of a person to live with, I'm not going to date a person just for the hope of financial security and I'm not into dating in general anyway as it is, so that typical avenue of security is out
Ugh. Modern life is a nightmare, why do we put up with this shit?
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