Pacific Rim, Raleigh, and Emotional Intelligence
So Pacific Rim is all up in my tumblr, and I’m psyched because I finally saw it and holy chihuahua was it awesome.
A lot of people are rightly digging the portrayal of Mako Mori. Del Toro’s being quoted: “One of the other things I decided was that I wanted a female lead who has the equal force as the male leads. She’s not going to be a sex kitten, she’s not going to come out in cutoff shorts and a tank top, and it’s going to be a real earnestly drawn character.”
A non-white main female character in an action movie with her own compelling narrative? Fan-fucking-tastic. And rad style, too.
There is far less joy over the main character, Raleigh, a pretty, generic blond white male with the unobjectionably American jaw+stubble that must come standard in California MUA’s toolboxes now or something. And that’s fair. Another white male lead in an action film isn’t something to cheer on its own.
But you know what, something was puzzling me during the whole movie. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I finally asked myself, “Why do I like Raleigh so much?” And it hit me — Raleigh was being handled, in Pacific Rim, in a way I was utterly unaccustomed to seeing a male character handled. Raleigh served as a source of emotional intelligence, insight, and support for the other characters in a manner utterly belied by his football-star squint.
Oh my GOD, love this :D
Monsters University: Why you should see it
Ask which Pixar movie is a favorite, a lot of people say Finding Nemo or Toy Story or, especially on my section of Tumblr, The Incredibles. Mine has always been Monsters Inc. for a lot of different reasons.
I went to see the prequel of it today with not a lot of expectation. It was a Pixar movie so I knew it’d be good. I was already out of college, so maybe I wouldn’t enjoy the college parody as much. But when I sat down and started watching I realized how much I was going to enjoy it.
Spoilers from this point on!
(Footnote: If you are too embarrassed to buy condoms, you are not ready to have sex.)
Two: Kissing is not merely foreplay. Spend entire evenings making out on the couch while fully clothed. Believe me, dry-humping rocks.
Three: Sex is not just about friction. It’s about emotion. Stop trying to find her clitoris and find her heart. Because then she’ll help you find her clitoris.
Four: If you really wanna know how to please a woman, ask her how she masturbates. Then do that. A lot. If she claims she doesn’t masturbate, offer to take her shopping for a vibrator so you can both learn the vocabulary of her body together.
Five: Don’t put anything in her butthole you wouldn’t want in your own.
(Footnote: Try a pinky finger, it’s kinda awesome.)
Six: When you go down on her—and you will go down on her, and if you are my son, you will be amazing at it—tell her how good she tastes. Stop in the middle and kiss her deeply so she knows how good she tastes. Do the same when she goes down on you.
Seven: A simple Google search will yield 1,327 euphemisms for male masturbation, yet only 23 for female masturbation. If guys spent less time jacking off and more time jilling off, this world would be a happier place.
Eight: Everything you need to know about the importance of the clitoris is in the movie Star Wars. You are Luke Skywalker piloting your penis-shaped X-Wing Fighter deep inside her trench. Remember: seventy percent of all Death Stars cannot be blown up through penetration of the trench alone. It must be through focused contact with that little exhaust port at the top of the trench. Otherwise, any explosions you experience will be merely Hollywood special effects.
Nine: Just because you come doesn’t mean she has, so don’t you dare come before her. Focus completely on your partner. Don’t worry about gettin’ yours, you’re a guy. You always get yours. Your job is to make sure she’s gettin’ hers.
Ten: If sex with your partner lasts no longer than this poem, you are not making love. You are masturbating with her body instead of your hand. Shame on you. Go back to step one. You’ve got a lot of learning to do.
Big Poppa E., “How To Make Love” (via jesusfuckmechrist)
I am reblogging this specifically for the hilarity that is step 8.