Thank You..... Reading Old Books With Wear And Tear Gives Me A Warm Feeling

So, I watched Bridgerton S3 and I have to say although not bad by itself, compared to the previous seasons it's a downgrade.

Some of the biggest writing inconsistencies I noticed for Pen are:

Firstly, in S1, her actions towards Marina (as wrong as they were) could still be understood as her looking out for her friend by not letting him get into a marriage without all the facts. But in this season, she does the exact same thing Marina does, get into an engagement with Colin without revealing her LW identity. This just made her look like a hypocrite.

Secondly, if I remember correctly, in S2 her reasoning for outing Eloise is that the Queen would never believe Pen if she confessed. But in S3 she does exactly that and the Queen not only believes her but also absolves her of all consequences. So, what even was the point of outing Eloise?

Thirdly, Pen's claim that LW tells the truth made me laugh. I don't know why they made her say that. It gave me the ick. She publishes gossip, not truth. It's dangerous to equate the two.

I love Pen as a character. She is flawed, makes mistakes and that makes her interesting. The girlbossification arc with her giving that speech at her sister's ball just did not land for me. Pen struggled with feeling loved and desired, so imo they should have focused on that, instead LW takes the lead and Polin takes a backseat.

The whole Cressida shit show. How am I supposed to not root for her after knowing how she was raised and what circumstances she was facing?

Eloise turning away from her when Cressida needed her the most. That's character assassination of Eloise. It could have been a moment of growth for her. But bad writing strikes again.

Violet and Edmund's first meet parallel with Francesca and Michaela would have been very cute if Michaela had the tongue-tied reaction instead of Fran.

The atrocious costuming! Not asking for accuracy, just maintain the aesthetic established in previous seasons. There's only so far you can stray before it breaks immersion.

It just felt like the show had shifted genres. Previous seasons were romance with a pinch of drama. This season felt like drama with a pinch of romance. I don't know if that makes sense.

I hope Ben's season turns out better.

A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

Completely random thought but

You know how there are a lot of stories where the protagonist gets thrown into their favorite novel/movie/comic via entering the body of a character within the story? I think there’s a lot of untapped potential of the mere horror that comes with waking up in a body that’s not your own.

Your face, your body, is now completely foreign, replaced with skin and hair and scars that you do not know. You now stand with a different stature, your voice is now at a different pitch, your arms and legs move with a different weight, your senses don’t pick up on things in the same way.

How horrifying must it be to wake up and realize that the body you spent your whole life in is not the one you are currently possessing? How disorienting would it be? How would you deal getting used to a body you have never lived in? To look in the mirror and find a stranger’s eyes looking back?

Glass Onion’s murder mystery game

Obsessed with Miles Bron in Glass Onion choosing a murder mystery game as the entertainment for his private weekend getaway with his closest friends. An activity to provide structure to what would otherwise be 3 days lazing about on a Greek isle with his “friends.” A game that requires an intensive weekend of solo investigation and observation and puzzle-solving…which Miles himself will not have to participate in. 

Miles has assigned his “friends” homework for their weekend holiday. And their assigned task is to labor and compete to impress him by solving a mystery. It’s no coincidence that the mystery game compels his friends to work separately. He has isolated his friends so that he can remain their individual focus. Note that Miles hasn’t bothered to come up with an actual prize for the winner…because to his mind, the ultimate prize is Miles’s respect. He’s flummoxed and insulted when Benoit Blanc requests a physical reward—and something as comparably worthless as an iPad.

So of course Miles’s friends are relieved when Benoit Blanc blows up the game. Because it means the pressure to perform is off. The pressure to provide the entertainment for Miles, because make no mistake, they’ve been invited to the island to entertain Miles and keep him happy. Honestly, ever since they took his side in the trial, that invitation has become a summons. Can you imagine any of them declining his invitation? It’s a luxury vacation, sure…but it’s also a summons to perform a jester’s dance before King Miles, who can easily destroy them if they fail to show their gratitude/fealty.

Miles’s response to the game ending early is to ask, horrified, “What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend?” Heaven forbid he enjoy spending unstructured time with his closest friends in the lap of luxury! But to a narcissist like Miles Bron, any moment when the attention isn’t on him must be Hell. And that’s why his murder mystery game was the perfect plan to make his friends compete for his approval, while he sat back and enjoyed the show.

i always click the "track package" button as soon as i get the email. "oh boy i wonder where my package is!" warehouse.

thinking about how patroclus had like 18 years to get used to the idea of losing achilles but achilles had absolutely none

hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was

it’s genuinely so funny that im alive and this is what im doing

I don't have a tiktok account. I don't have the app. I hate that shit, like the entire concept of it. I hate life-long beautiful and rich people posturing and desperate to be different when it looks like they live in a fucking show home. I hate the sped-up awful cover versions of decent songs in the background of every video. I hate the way it's normalized filming people in public or even in private through windows so you live your entire life with the paranoia of being filmed doing something totally innocuous like dancing at a club and posted online for the world to laugh at. I hate the filters that make you feel like shit about yourself. I hate the dances as much as I hate how much I don't have the lack of shame to do them. I hate the way children are continuously exploited for views. I hate the normalization of people in authority like teachers and doctors and nurses shaming the people who literally depend on them. I hate unfunny white men going on to make fun of women for every fucking thing women do with that damn towel on their head and trying to cover their own misogyny by saying "white women" as a pass. I hate the "reaction" stitches that accompany every fucking video as if anyone gives a shit that you're nodding into your coffee. I hate the way that all of life gets turned into a fucking aesthetic trend instead of being real with an actual personality. I hate the misinformation that gets spread. I hate the pathologization of normal human behaviors into mental disorders and the way people with legitimate disorders are getting appropriated by the clout-chasing attention whores that populate the app. Basically, I hate tiktok and what it's done to social media and honestly, living in a society in general.