I watched a documentary today on Netflix called Animism. Animism is the romantic attraction to inanimate objects. That is a layman’s definition as I know almost nothing about it and the DSM didn’t have it listed (at least not by the two names that I know it as). The documentary didn’t really clue me in on the “condition” either other than fill in what it was.
That was because the doc was in the usual fashion of the modern lens. They are just born that way and our job is to accept them as completely normal and not to make any judgement.
The truth there being that I can judge it to be a mental disorder without wishing you to the Gulag, jail or an eternity of hellfire.
One individual was romantically attracted to his car (no thanks, I don’t need a ride, I’ll walk). Another married a Ferris wheel- and then renewed her vows to him (Berry I think his name was). And a few of these individuals related stories of them trying to eh…consummate such feelings. They feel that these feelings are shared by the object, the the car or the Ferris wheel loves them back.
Which is all fine and well, I mean they’re not out raping babies or something. But this is still a Continue reading
Re: the preceding post about Madonna’s “film” anniversary.
I knew about Madonna’s film turning 25 before I knew about Mother Teresa’s canonization.
So the 25th anniversary of Madonna’s Truth or Dare is upon us. Yes, where does the time go? It seems only yesterday I was trying to wash the smell of that film from my mind.
As any person in the loony bin will tell ya, physical showers are powerless against psychic anguish.
She had this tidbit to say to some devotees at a museum she surprised them at.
So many freedoms we take for granted that we did not have then.
Yes, those dark times of 1991. It stirs the soul and causes one to really contemplate the large scales of time – 3 presidents back, Nirvana’s first album was a hit! The Star Wars prequels were still eight years in front of us! I remember me and the men of my family having to leave just before dawn, spears in hand, calling the call of the tomahawk, and praying to the spirit of the buffalo that we may find a home for our spears and bring forth a meal for our starving wives and kinfolk.
Give me a break, lady. You peddled some smut and people ate it up. That people in general, and women in particular, are more uncouth and loose than ever is only a nihilistic achievement. Meaning not an achievement.
Not that it matters too deeply (as my posts have been fluff for some time now) but I will probably be gone for a month or two. I am in the last part of my school called The Practicum and I should be cloistered (as I have been mostly for two weeks now) as I try to finish this, take my final, get certified, do an apprenticeship, and then hit the pavement looking for work.
I know, I didn’t know this line of work was so fucking convoluted.