I had never seen Leaving Las Vegas until today. It's one hell of a movie -- kinda glad my brother gave it to me as a Christmas present, because these peformances are ridiculously great. Especially given where Elizabeth Shue has to do so many things that, well, could not have really felt great to have to do -- and she only got nominated? Didn't win? She lost to Susan fucking Sarandon? Yikes. I'd given it to her for the scene where she has to go down on Nicolas Cage. That does not seem like a fun place to be.
Of course, maybe I liked the movie so much because it has that whole anti-objectification of women going on.
I hate the whole "pleasure object" vibe -- the idea that someone is specifically just meant to get you off. I enjoy the personalities of people a little more. If they're pretty, so be it. Either way, chances are, I'm probably not going to fuck them anyway. There's not much forward movement in that area -- could be something involving the lack of alcohol I indulge in.
Who knows? All I know is, vodka tends to make more people sexy much faster.
But I'm a gentleman. I don't over-do the vodka thing. If you ask me to take a shot, yes, I'll take a shot -- but I'm not going to down it until I know I'm turning stupid.
I do hate people that can't handle their liquor. Once you've seen a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds acting retarded in a friend's apartment, you go "man, drinking can be really fucking stupid". There is a certain sort of way to go about drinking, isn't there? It's all dependent on the drink. Beer is looser, less of a pusher on a person's personality -- so in that case, it's almost a carry-all kind of drink. Go here, go there. Bring your beer.
Never mind beer tastes like drizzled shit poured into a rusty tin can.
(Go figure this entry started out about Leaving Las Vegas, and hasn't really strayed from a topic related to that.)
Dum dum dee dum... I can't believe I just ranted about that. I think I need to find something more interesting to talk about.
Of course, maybe I liked the movie so much because it has that whole anti-objectification of women going on.
I hate the whole "pleasure object" vibe -- the idea that someone is specifically just meant to get you off. I enjoy the personalities of people a little more. If they're pretty, so be it. Either way, chances are, I'm probably not going to fuck them anyway. There's not much forward movement in that area -- could be something involving the lack of alcohol I indulge in.
Who knows? All I know is, vodka tends to make more people sexy much faster.
But I'm a gentleman. I don't over-do the vodka thing. If you ask me to take a shot, yes, I'll take a shot -- but I'm not going to down it until I know I'm turning stupid.
I do hate people that can't handle their liquor. Once you've seen a bunch of 18 and 19 year olds acting retarded in a friend's apartment, you go "man, drinking can be really fucking stupid". There is a certain sort of way to go about drinking, isn't there? It's all dependent on the drink. Beer is looser, less of a pusher on a person's personality -- so in that case, it's almost a carry-all kind of drink. Go here, go there. Bring your beer.
Never mind beer tastes like drizzled shit poured into a rusty tin can.
(Go figure this entry started out about Leaving Las Vegas, and hasn't really strayed from a topic related to that.)
Dum dum dee dum... I can't believe I just ranted about that. I think I need to find something more interesting to talk about.