Hello, everyone! Today I’m going to write a bit of a more topical personal post. Even though this is foremost a pop-culture blog, it’s also my blog, and it feels like the right place to talk about what has been worrying me lately: the American college system. I’m not speaking for everyone or trying to generalize; I only want to talk about my experiences and about what I’ve noticed. So if you think the American college system is as flawless as a diamond, you probably won’t enjoy what I have to say. But if you’ve been feeling like there’s something fundamentally fucked up about the college system, welcome! Let’s talk.
Hello, everyone! This is a blog meant to be entertaining and fluffy, but unfortunately, in these dark times, it’s impossible to be apolitical. So before I write a post about I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House, I want to take a brief moment to talk about the results of the election.
Whatever you may think of Donald Trump, the fact is that he is going to president. He won more electoral college votes than Hillary, which I guess means that the majority of American technically wanted this. This is my first election I’ve ever voted in and it honestly makes me never want to vote again. My friends and I spent the night alternately crying, shouting, pacing, and staring at disbelief at CNN. When I woke up, and saw that Obama had formally congratulated Trump on his “victory,” I started to cry again. My feelings were echoed by my teachers and almost every student in my classes. Red eyes and long silences abounded.
I don’t understand why a country like ours has repudiated its values in such an extreme manner. We’re so smug, so superior with our knight in shining armor American philosophy, yet our actions show that it’s nothing more than a facade. We claim to be progressive, a country of immigrants, of inclusion, of liberty and choice. We claim to value equality. Yet last night, 49 percent of the American electorate voted for a man who gleefully rejects all of those values. We rejected a supposedly “crooked” politician for a man who is literally embroiled in civil and criminal lawsuits. And in doing so, we showed the world that America may say that it cares about the rights of minorities, the dignity of women, and freedom of religion, but those words are worthless. As a women, I’m ashamed, but I’m also immensely hurt. I see how half the country views me. I, and every women like me, am nothing more than an object to be groped, to be shamed, to be insulted, and eventually, to be thrown away. The fact that 42 percent of American women, 42 PERCENT, voted for a man who views them as trash, is incomprehensible. It makes me sick.
I know that there are many people in America who voted for Trump because they were in pain, and he was the only one who was “listening.” I understand that, I empathize, and it’s clear that the result of this election shows a systemic problem in the way that political parties reach out to the impoverished and disillusioned white men in our country. But may I just say that for those other Trump supporters, the ones who voted merely because they would rather have Trump in the White House than Hillary, you should be ashamed. You may not agree with Trump’s beliefs, but you condone them nonetheless. If anything, that’s worse.
I guess the worst part of it is the embarrassment. I’m embarrassed for Clinton, who had to concede in a humiliating fashion to a man who didn’t deserve to be on the same stage as her, let alone beat her in the presidential election. I’m embarrassed for Obama, who had to congratulate Trump, even though everything Obama has said thus far in the campaign has displayed his belief in the former’s idiocy. I’m embarrassed for Romney, for Bush, for every Republican who justly opposed him and now has to reconcile. Most of all, I’m embarrassed for other countries and the fact that they have to embrace a president like Trump for the sake of alliances.
As a young voter, I wasn’t expecting a miracle in this election. I know that our country is deeply divided and that no democracy is perfect. I guess by expecting our country to elect a just, honest, ethical, inclusive president, I revealed my naivete. So I’ll be naive a little longer and hope, against all evidence, that everything will be okay.
Hello, everyone! It has been almost 20 days since I posted on this blog, and for that I am very sorry. This blog is my baby and I want to post, but alas, I’ve been really busy because I’ve started college! I’m going to a film school and between classes, co-curriculars, a social life, and the like, I haven’t had much time to breathe, let alone watch a new movie or think of something interesting to post about. But never fear, as soon as I get settled, I’ll try to be back on my weekly or bi-weekly posting schedule. I need to watch some new horror movies. I heard Don’t Breathe is good. Perhaps that will be my next review, but until then, thanks for sticking with me!
Hello, everyone! As I look outside my window, the world seems normal. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It’s almost as if a devastating massacre of character and plot had not occurred. It’s almost as if a beloved cultural icon had not been destroyed. It’s almost as if The Bloodsucking Cashgrab, also known as Harry Potter and The Cursed Child had not been released. This might be a little ranty, but I’m quite angry, and sad, and disappointed about how the whole thing has turned out. Spoilery stuff ahead, but c’mon…are you really going to London to see it?
Hello, everyone! I thought I’d do a short post today about a burning question I’ve had recently: how on Earth have you people found my blog?
Of course, I’m ecstatic that you’ve found my blog, I’m just real curious how you’ve stumbled across CultCrumbs. I only know a little bit of info about how search engine optimization works (apparently people play dirty on the web…who knew?), but even though I’m a pretty new site with some nerdy posts, I still get views, and for that I’m really grateful.
My main point of confusion comes from one of my most popular posts, which is about the small indie film The Harvest. As far as I know, not that many people have watched it. It’s neither scary nor thrilling and the hype surrounding its release was close to zilch. The only explanation I can think of is the lazy Netflix users (like me) who stumbled upon it by accident and said “What the hell, let’s watch a Michael Shannon movie today.” But, as I said, somehow my weird post about this weird movie is one of the most popular on the site and gets traffic nearly every day.
Burning with curiosity, I searched The Harvest on Google. I didn’t include anything about my blog, because I assume that unless you’re a follower, you’ve found me because of a search term. Anyway, turns out my blog showed up…on the sixth page! That’s right, the sixth page. We all know that the second page of Google is a wasteland where no bright young searcher will travel, so that makes the sixth page similar to the Pit of Tartarus. For those of you who found my blog this way, thank you again. You’re a braver soul than I could ever be. But…
Like I said, I don’t know that much about SEO so I could be completely oversimplifying how the process works. However, I would like to know the venues through which peeps are coming to my blog, so if you have a minute, I’d love for you guys to leave a quick comment about how you found my blog, why you clicked on my blog, etc.
Hey guys! Are you tired of reading my snarky criticisms? Dying for a breath of creativity? Then check out my other blog, If The Writing Is Honest, my online portfolio of written works. There you can find stories about life,death,dancing, rabbits, supernatural powers, bitch faces, burnt coffee, babies, police officers, bubblegum, or anything else that suits your fancy. I’ll update my blog periodically with new work and maybe even a screenplay or two (if I ever finish it). Feel free to leave a comment and tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy!
I started this blog as a way to share my views on pop-culture, but I forgot that a blog is a two-sided beast, and that, you know, some people might actually read it. Imagine my surprise to be nominated by Seal of Approval for the Liebster Award, which I had not previously heard of, but is a super cool award that honors new blogs. I feel really blessed to be nominated for this award (Thanks, Seal!). I accept your challenge! Continue reading This is Exciting: Liebster Award Nomination
Hello! Welcome to my mind trap, a.k.a the place where my multitude of thoughts about movies, music, books, and my beloved television are released into the void. I’m going to discuss everything from color symbolism to car commercials to that one song I heard in that Interstellar trailer (Surprise! It was from V for Vendetta. My main man, Dario Marianelli- you’ll hear more about him). I have plans, not dreams, to land in the film business, whether it’s directing, screenwriting, or getting sandwiches. Feel free to comment with your opinions (the stronger the better) and I’ll try not to start a heated argument. So where to start? As a great man once said, ” begin at the beginning.” I thought that man was JFK, but apparently it was Lewis Carroll. Nah, I’m just kidding you. It was JFK.
Anyways! For your listening pleasure, here’s that song I was talking about. “Evey Reborn”. Close your eyes. Relax. Start thinking about Interstellar. Cry a little. Get angry about the timey-wimey paradox stuff. Relax. Think some more. Ponder how Matthew McConaughey went to space when he only went because the books fell and he was the one who caused the books to fall in the first place. Get really, really angry. Relax.