I just stopped eating, I don’t eat very healthy anyway…
Megan Fox on how she lost weight for a new movie. (via tumblinas)
Actually? I love that she said this. Because, I’ll tell you, JUST NOT EATING is how every actress loses weight for roles anyway. It’s about time one of them admitted it.
(via juliaallison)
Julia has a point here.
But when it comes to quality teen television romance, this scene surely has to come out on top.
As I wrote at the time:
Seth… Summer… Tuesday night… upside down Spiderman kissing… Josh Schwartz-like fragment sentences… like WOAH.
How good was it? How convinced are we all that Seth and Summer should be together 4eva and that boys who read comic books and talk to plastic horses are the ultimate in, well, everything? (Except not. Because I don’t think I’m alone in my belief that Seth was a hell of a lot more appealing in Season 1 than this Season. Quirky-endearing, rather than quirky-self-obsessed.)
It still sends chills down my spine.
every time I saw them I feel that how much I miss them. It was the greatest show of my life and the greatest love story in TV. It ended in the way that It meant to end with Joey-Pacey.
“evsizkedi” (Joey Pacey 6x23-6x24 end of the story)
Since discussing Dawson’s Creek with one of my best pals a week or so ago I’ve been overloading on the hilarious earnestness of DC YouTube memorials. This is but one of the heartfelt messages.
(via clembastow)
Well, I don’t know about “the greatest love story in TV” (and watching Pacey/Joey clips frankly makes me feel a little nauseous), but I’ve always been a bit partial to 0:36 on this clip. So hot.
(via luxnightmare)
I’m probably not going to go to SXSW next year (want to time my US trip for the warm part of the year), and already I feel like I’m missing out.
I started to believe that I was special and became increasingly egocentric and narcissistic. If you want to beat me up – feel free.
John Edwards admitting to having an affair: Times Online (via somethingchanged)
Well, at least he’s honest.
The worst culprits for treating females like pieces of meat are not lads’ mags. They are women’s mags. Or specifically, certain weekly celebrity-filled glossies which think it seismically important that a teenage soap actress has a love handle or a pop singer a dimpled thigh. If it’s misogyny you’re after you can find it in handbag-size every week in the Closers, the Nows, the Heats, etc, of the magazine world where each starlet’s weight pattern is ruthlessly charted, every crow’s foot seized upon with Schadenfreude.
Lads’ mags and women by Carol Midgley (via gauntlet)
This is a great article. Back in my undergraduate days, I wanted to write my honours thesis on this same issue: the ways in which celebrity magazines surveil women’s weight, so that every woman is either too big or too thin (or, if she’s not, can’t stay that way for long).