“Missy is such sexist character” “Missy is bad gender change Time Lord representation” no no you need to understand, Missy isn’t an enlightened take on the gender politics of regeneration, she is a Drag Act
Her songs – for the work of a billionaire with the most ludicrous life imaginable – are remarkably grounded.
She writes about the specifics of her life in such a universal way that she invites listeners to complete the narrative and emotional arcs of her songs with their own feelings and experiences.
Her best work has a blank space, so to speak, in which to write your name. Songs that mean – for both the middle-aged rock snob writing this review, and the 10-year-old sharing a formative moment of transcendent pop with their Millennial parents – ‘I wrote this for you’.
She is singing to people who have sung to her in their bedrooms for years. Taylor’s eras have sound-tracked the stages of her fans’ lives, so to watch Eras feels like a curated tour of your own past. An extraordinary achievement.
Liam Pieper - Sydney Morning Herald - The Eras Tour Review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Taylor Swift’s extraordinary victory lap filled Melbourne with joy and brought us to tears (x)
rewatching series eight is just plain filthy. scandalous. the man who brought you ‘the doctor CAN “””dance”””’ ups his own ante with ‘you’ve never said no before, not even in the middle of dinner, remember the time you had to eat two meals’
doctor who is Clara’s show the doctor just lives in it
clara travels back into the doctor's AND danny's childhoods to fundamentally change the trajectory of their lives in the SAME episode. as @teacupsandcyanide says, 'she is infamous! most infamous!'
No, don’t worry about me! This was years ago. I’ve had another since then, both were mentally gruelling but otherwise fine. Now they just keep me on meds and peep into my eyes semi-regularly to make sure everything’s behaving.
rounding out the night with more family posting, my sibling’s grandmother Inge was talking to me a couple weeks ago about deciding on using ‘crone/it’ pronouns. This is an update from two Christmases ago when Inge was ruminating on becoming a political they/them to confuse and upset fellow academics at conferences.
Sorry, I had forgotten to take my meds that day so reblogged this twice and added this incomprehensible nonsense to it one of those times. I have IIH, it’s a condition where there’s a build-up of fluid in the brain/skull/spinal sac. One of the main treatments is a lumbar puncture. They are not very pleasant and I wouldn’t recommend them as a general experience, especially if, like me, you have a phobia of needles. My sister had gone with me to the hospital when I was diagnosed. My sister has bested cancer multiple times and has had, among other medical experiences, lumbar punctures. Most people would think that would make It sympathetic towards me but my sister is simply built different and sat in a corner chuckling knowingly.
Completely-forgot-to-take-my-heavy-dose-of-tricyclic-antidepressant me clearly thought that the blooper of the little alien guy boogieing down on someone bleeding profusely from their abdomen resonated with that experience. And my sister reblogged it. Because It’s an arse.