Kid makes me wanna watch his show.
I didn’t want you
to only fuck me,
I wanted you to
But I didn’t know what to
convince you with
besides my body.
Hot Winds, Holy Thoughts | Lora Mathis (via lovequotesrus)
Pains in the heart.
As most of you probably know, someone somewhere dumped a deluge of purported nude photographs of a number of female celebrities online yesterday. The victims include the likes of Kate Upton, Victoria Justice, Ariana Grande, Kirsten Dunst, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Krysten Ritter, Yvonne Strahovski, and Teresa Palmer. But the focal point for this story has been Hunger Games/American Hustle actress Jennifer Lawrence, since the Oscar winning actress is perhaps the most famous actress on the planet right now. Without going into sordid details ( Justice and Grande have claimed their respective photos are fake, others have confirmed they are real), I’d like to make two very specific points. Ms. Lawrence and the other victims have absolutely nothing to apologize for in terms of the contents of the photos or the nature in which they were leaked. The story itself should not be addressed as if it were a scandal, but rather what it is: A sex crime involving theft of personal property and the exploitation of the female body.
Outlets as mainstream as People and CNN are referring to the photo leak as a “scandal.” All due respect, it’s not a scandal. The actresses and musicians involved did nothing immoral or legally wrong by choosing to take nude pictures of themselves and put them on their personal cell phones. You may argue, without any intended malice, that it may be unwise in this day-and-age to put nude pictures of yourself on a cell phone which can be act and/or stolen. But without discounting that statement, the issue is that these women have the absolute right and privilege to put whatever they want on their cell phones with the expectation that said contents will remain private or exclusive to whomever is permitted to see them just like their male peers. The burden of moral guilt is on the people who stole said property and on those who chose to consume said stolen property for titillation and/or sexual gratification.
Remember how nice and quiet Merrick was? William is not like that.
My favorite part of the sequel might how totally bewildered William is by his own missteps.
I’ve really loved exploring his character in this book. There has always been this fantastic charm about his streetwise confidence and curiosity, his rag-tag optimism and determination to land on his feet. He’s obviously gotten away with a lot in his life. In Merrick it was clear that his carefree attitude and impulsive decisions sometimes ended badly, but William still seemed to feel like he could play it all by ear and wind up on top in the end.
In William, though, he has to face the fact that at best, he’s bitten off more than he can chew; and at worst, he’s made an irreparable mistake. I have had tons of fun watching him come to terms his own foolishness and struggle to get a grip on the consequences.
Not that I enjoy watching characters suffer. Or anything. No never.