Hit me up!
This question generates so much hate, it makes me sad.
It's one thing to recognize a bad actor and criticize constructively what and where they did wrong, and another to take their lack of talent to form an identity that we hate to an extend to ruin a movie watching experience.
Or worse yet, when we allow their mistakes, personal life and career choices to overcloud any worth they have left as an actor and human being; regardless of their acting capabilities.
For example, I admit the Twilight saga to be downright terrible, but what of its actors? Did they have much to work with? Do they deserve to be condemned for the rest of their careers?
To those with bitter feelings towards Kristen Stewart, have anybody seen 'Into the Wild'? Easily one of the best films in recent years, and she did a terrific job in it. What about 'Adventureland'? Also a great movie, and it happens to star Kristen Stewart, who happened to do a very good job.
Charlie Sheen is undeniably a great actor and many times a philanthropist. He had a career in many incredible films including Platoon and Hot Shots. Two and Half Men isn't the same without him. It's a shame that all people can talk about him now is his drug abuse.
With a little hesitation, I also want to mention Mel Gibson. Frankly he's a terrible, homophobic and antisemitic person. But does that mean he should be discredited of his work?
Braveheart was a good film, and I can still enjoy it just fine.
TL;DR Actors are people too. Quit Judging.
I can type incredibly fast with one hand, not sure why, I just do.
Yes. Parental rights also come with many, many responsibilities and that rapist should be paying child support while his body rots in prison.
Dad, is that you? Gee I told you I'll explain everything over e-mail! Stop worrying! Also stop sending me "funny" chain e-mails of weird stuff people do in India or wherever. It's 2012 and they have websites for that.
You. You just made my day. Thank you. I wish you wherever you are that the summer sun ain't shining too hot (or that the breezy spring comes soon if you're in the south) and that your tea or coffee tastes better than usual.
Is that a Cheshire cat I spot in the corner? :) The walls look very endearing your sister should keep it! I love the feeling paint, I used to do entire oil paintings with my fingers, it certainly looks different from those by a brush!
Today was a chill Sunday for me. I woke up and counted to make sure I still have 10 fingers and 2 hands then proceeded to listen to music and read webcomics.
Because it's easier on our hearts. It's so much easier to close your eyes and ignore than to face the reality that is before you. It's a terrible situation to be in: being homeless; and no matter what the reason nobody deserves to be homeless. Even if we decide to spare a bit of change we know very well that it's not going to help much in the long run - it's a sad thought, and gives us a feeling of powerlessness. A feeling not many of us are comfortable handling. There's something inherently wrong in our system that allows people live in the cold streets. It's a bit like when you read or watch some sad news on the newspaper or telly: when someone get injured or dies; how many of us actually bothered to pick up for the phone to offer words of comfort? When a village somewhere got pillaged, or a city center at another place got attacked by terrorists, how many of us think of how we could help?
I grew up in Saigon, and as much as I love the city, there you will face a homeless person literally every five minutes. Over time you just learn how to "defend" yourself, like an auto-reaction. Otherwise you'd fall into depression. Sometimes while having my morning coffee an old woman would come up to me to ask for money to buy food for her grandchildren because her son is in the hospital and can't work for money, or something similar. You can never tell if the stories are true but the very fact that an old woman who can barely walk is going around begging for some coins…it's heartbreaking. I find myself involuntarily looking the other way because otherwise I'd just break down into tears.
Down the street where I lived in Paris, there was a homeless guy around me age. He's no more than 19, and he tells he's been on his own since he was 12. His father was an abusive alcoholic and his mother ran away without him. I usually share my morning baguette with him and he'd share me more of his stories. Sometimes he'd run up to me to show the weed or bottle of spirits he just got. It's a vicious cycle, the drugs are the only thing keeping him going and alive, but they're also the thing keeping him homeless. I also met an old homeless man near my godfather's place. My godfather recognized him - he used to work as a chef at one of the higher restaurants in Paris. But he fell into depression when his whole family - his wife and 3 children died in a car accident - he turned into alcohol and now that's where he's at, in the streets.
Some of the homeless people have really touching stories to tell…
I've been told, in Sweden homeless people are trained to write down their stories on paper and sell these stories to organizations or people for money, apparently the equivalent of €5 each print. Like an intermediate job before getting their lives back together. The homeless don't have to feel bad or humiliated because they've worked for it, and the people don't feel uncomfortable buying these stories because it's a product of honest labour. I thought it's a beautiful starting point, and maybe our governments should try to adopt similar policies…
€120 on a coat that wasn't even for me. A friend asked me to buy it for her because it's only sold in Paris.
Instead of giving me the cash back she gave me a week's worth of groceries and beer. Mainly beer. Not sure if it was a fair trade but I was happy!
Sweet (Even better when pronounced: Sweeeeeeet)
And my all time favourite, ahem, *fixes fancy bow-tie*:
(Yes I'm aware it's not how you say or spell it, but it just sounds so much better that way, especially with a French accent. Try it. I know right?)
But damn… that conflicts with my Sunday ritual - Comfy Sweatys Day: because everybody fuckin' deserve one.
Is there such thing as fancy PJs?
Of course it depends. It's probably too late to call your professor to extend the deadline of that essay you were too lazy to work on after 18h, but it's never too late to prank call him or her in the middle of the night!
Just make sure they don't have caller ID…
Kim Gerrand Doan’s Bio
On the road.
Kiwi Viet kid travelling on his gap year before entering university.
Add the occasional sleep.
You're good to go.
It's hard to take anon questions seriously.