Let me tell you about the sheer brilliance that is Meryl Streep and her creation of Miranda Priestly.
Ask any young woman what her favourite film of Meryl’s would be, and I’m quite certain that The Devil Wears Prada would come up in conversation, favourite or not. And it may seem like a generic answer: oh, a film about fashion, so obviously women would identify with it. No, that’s not it. This film isn’t about fashion. This film, as Meryl says, “is a story about a woman at the head of a corporate ladder who’s misunderstood, who’s motives and pressures on her are intense and who doesn’t have time to play certain nice games.”
And though screentime and first bill casting can indicate that Andrea Sachs is the main character, who are you really left thinking about at the end of the film?
Miranda Priestly — the woman who was written as a fictional equivalent to Anna Wintour from the novelist Lauren Weisberger’s experience as her assistant — in the novel was a raging, two-dimensional boss from Hell written only to antagonize and complicate the lives of her employees with impossible standards and even more impossible demands. She was expected to resemble Vogue’s editor-in-chief (Miranda’s office in the film a near replica of Anna’s), so imagine everyone’s fucking surprise the first day Meryl showed up on set wearing an untested wig white as snow, with a voice that never raised, where the most deadly delivery was a whisper.
But this scene on the right, this scene that hadn’t existed until Meryl went and thought, “wait a minute, there’s an imbalance of character here…” so she brought it to light and this was written. Sparingly, as it was said, yet one of the very few scenes to be altered in the entire film. This is how it went: Meryl showed up to the scene without any make-up. She walked in, didn’t talk to anybody, sat down and did it, got up and left, went downstairs and waited. She did this scene once.
And the thing is, this wasn’t meant for you to suddenly cheer for Miranda; it was to show you that she was human and that her success came with a costly price that hurt her the most. She thawed the Snow Queen, extinguished the flames of the fiery boss from Hell and gave her what she never had on paper: substance.
If completely reinventing a character from a subpar novel by giving her actual character and successfully distinguishing her from the woman she was based on isn’t considered pure talent, then I don’t know what is.
An investigation is underway at George C. Marshall High School, after a Fairfax County mom says her son was allegedly asked to speak “blacker” by a teacher during what the mother said was a lesson on stereotypes.
Nicole Page says it all started when an English teacher asked her son to read a Langston Hughes poem aloud.
Her ninth grade freshman son, Jordan Shumate, is the only African-American in the class. Page says when her son stopped and said he was uncomfortable with the dialogue, the teacher stepped in.
“She interrupted me after I finished the first stanza, and told me to read it ‘blacker,’” recounts Jordan. “She said, ‘Blacker, Jordan. Come on, I thought you were black.’”
And Page says this isn’t the first incident of the teacher’s cultural insensitivity, as reported by her son. She says there was a poem by Tupac Shakur that she wanted him to rap out.
For her part, Page says she is shocked: “Very sad, a mourning for my child’s loss of innocence that he would have to experience something like this.”
“The Marshall High School administrators are taking the accusations seriously and they are pursing the investigation vigorously,” says Jon Torre, spokesman for Fairfax County Public Schools.
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THIS SHIT NEEDS TO STOP.
Update: Looks like the teacher, Marilyn Bart, was eventually placed on paid administrative leave while the school investigated. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find any info on what happened after that, though my search has not been super extensive.
PAID administrative leave?! FFS.
when people defend offensive shit be it satirical or not with “ummmmmmMmMM its’ satire dont u not get it??” they should just say what they really mean “it doesn’t affect me so it’s funny”
They should also follow that up with, “which is why I’m part of the problem.”
I just learned that Nichelle Nichols ad-libbed “sorry, neither” in rehearsals and they were only able to sneak it by the censors because it wasn’t in the script and—excuse me I’m overcome with happiness because my favorite Uhura line of all time was actually written by Uhura.
I will never not reblog this.
This makes my day.
lazy-artistgal-deactivated20140 asked: I see on this blog that preference is bad? I hope I don't come off as bad for this, but I am a woc and prefer other races than black men. Growing up my mother always told me and my siblings how black men are most likely to cheat, go to jail, have baby mamas, and lazy. I used to go to an all black school were the boys were horrid to their girlfriend and threaten them. I know not all black men are like this, but I just can't shake off the things my mother who is a woc say and the things I've seen.
Yeah everything you’ve just said is disgustingly anti-black. Like what you just wrote not only holds absolutely no basis but is some of the most disgustingly racist anti-black racist bullcrap I’ve ever read. I am disgusted, and if I’m honest based on what you just wrote black men don’t need someone as gross and anti-black in their life as you.
Ok dang they need to chill like honestly the girl obviously grew up in a household where her mom ingrained that ideology into her impressionable mind sheesh like damn
She’s not gonna snap out of it just because you insult her
How bout being nice an helping her realize how awesome black people can be when they aren’t being condescending bitches..just a suggestion
You’re calling me a condescending bitch? What the fuck do you think this is? A minstrel show? Am I supposed to put together some slide show proving “how awesome black men are”? Have you lost your fucking mind? If I were you I’d watch my step because I’m so close to ripping your ridiculously dense self a new one.
Why can’t you be nice to racists? If only you showed anti-black racists how awesome black people can be, then anti-black racism would not be an issue. Why didn’t anyone think of this centuries ago? Can you imagine the trajectory of black people within the last several centuries if we took this approach? When Europeans started enslaving Africans, if only those Africans in chains tried showing how awesome they were, none of this would have happened. They could have shown them their artwork, pottery, statues, organized societies, architecture, music and all the awesome things they did. But no, enslaved Africans didn’t play up their awesomeness. I bet they weren’t very nice when confronted with brutal anti-black racism either.
Why couldn’t they have been nice and shown them how awesome they were? You should be nice towards people who racially debase and dehumanize you. Racist people will also yield to awesomeness. One time, this racist white man in a KKK robe saw me walking down the street, so I immediately started breakdancing. Upon witnessing my awesome, majestic moves, he tore off his klan robes and replaced it with FUBU. It happened just like that. My awesome breakdancing skills changed him. He now loves black people, and he even has a tattoo of Alek Wek. My black awesomeness did that.
As for me, I’m off to seize the day. I’m gonna go look for some KKK and neo-nazi types. Before they have a chance to lynch me or beat me to death, I will whip out a Fela Kuti CD and play it for them. I’m gonna show them how awesome black people can be. Once they hear Fela’s awesome afrobeat, their opinions will change. This will stop racism. I’ll also knit them sweaters because it pays to be nice to racists. Always be nice to racists. Any reasonable person will welcome nice and awesome people, because if there is one thing racists are, it’s reasonable.
Reactions to this thread (in order):
- Uncomfortable laughter.
- Outright cringing.
- If it were possible to change a racist’s opinion with awesomeness, my money would be on Fela Kuti in a heartbeat.
MY GOD, YOU’RE SO SQUISHY.
SAMUEL, YOU SLIMEBALL. KISS ME AGAIN.
I COULD GET LOST FOREVER IN YOUR FLAPS AND FOLDS.
STOP TALKING AND TAKE ME, SAMUEL. FILL ME WITH CHILDREN, NOT JUST POETRY.
YES! AND YOU AS WELL, SHEILA. AFTER ALL, OUR HERMAPHRODITIC REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEMS ALLOW FOR MUTUAL FERTILIZATION.
THAT’S SO SEXY.
Signal boosting in case anyone needed to know this.
This is informative as heck. Show this to everyone!
This is actually some great info! Why can’t they teach this kind of thing in school??
Wow, I’ve taken health and sex ed three times during my educational process and never learned any of this. Thanks.
Definitely some important information here!
this is supa awesome. i do think it should be noted that side effects of EC *really* vary. when I took EC I didn’t have any symptoms whatsoever.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever found it frustrating having to do something you don't want to (as in, doesn't tickle your fancy) but it helps pay the bills?
So, let me tell you a quick story:
My grandpa on my dad’s side came over from China when he was pretty young— grew up in Chicago. He was in high school when World War 2 broke out; he joined up, and was put in the 407th Air Service Squadron. It was part of the famed Flying Tigers fighter group, and one of the first all Chinese-American units in the military. He fixed planes. He also shot at them when they strafed the airfield. With a pistol.
He was there when the Japanese officially signed the surrender, and was honorably discharged soon after. The very first thing that he bought with his stashed up pay was a sterling silver bracelet with his serial number on it.
I keep it within sight of my desk at all times.
After the war, he went back to Chicago, but his father was already housing too many Chinese immigrant workers (up to this point, most Chinese immigrants were single men because of strict immigration laws and quotas), so he had to move to Detroit to live with an uncle and finish high school.
One of his high school teachers noted his artistic abilities, and recommended that he use his GI Bill to go to art school. Of course, his dad wouldn’t have it. So, he worked in laundromats, owned his own grocery, and later worked as an insurance salesman instead.
70 years later, I’m the graduate of an art school, and I’m taking a break from drawing to write this out.
I guess my point is this: the time that you use to pursue art has to come from somewhere. At some point, a sacrifice was made by you, or others, to allow you to have that time. Illustrators try to make a living in that intersection of art and commerce in an effort to lessen that sacrifice. There are some that are doing quite well at that. There are many, many more that are not.
Even those artists who we view as extremely successful have to sacrifice time. It just comes from other places: relationships, health, or family, etc. The real struggle then, is to find that balance on how you are spending your time.
If you know that a life spent making art is your ultimate goal, then doing things you don’t like aren’t really frustrations. They are necessities that must be done to give yourself time.
I think this is why I cringe every time I hear someone say that self-righteous creed of the “creative class”: “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” That statement discounts all the hard work and sacrifices that you or others have made to be in that situation—what on Earth would entitle us to only work jobs that we love?
I don’t do this because I love it. I do it because I must.
It’s in my bones.