Harriet Haller’s Records: For Madwomen Only


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  • Hastings also was asked about Netflix’s decision to remove an episode of “Patriot Act With Hasan Minhaj” in Saudi Arabia after the government threatened the company over a segment in which the comedian criticized Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman (aka MBS) and the regime’s role in the murder of dissident journalist Jamal Khashoggi.

    “We’re not in the news business,” Hastings said. “We’re not trying to do ‘truth to power.’ We’re trying to entertain… We don’t feel bad about [pulling the ‘Patriot Act’ episode in Saudi Arabia] at all.”

    • Former Netflix CEO Reed Hastings



  • “When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you,”

    My main takeaway is always going to be that the people who are actually suffering are the only ones really willing to listen to others who are suffering. He thinks this, but he’s proof of otherwise, he isn’t really listening to any of them.

    Ask me how I know after three years of cancer proving to me people could give fuck all about listening. Sorry, just grinds my gears, because the people “really, really listening to you” are the people who are fucking dying.








  • I thought the whole point of Fight Club was the narrator realizing he was a terrible person, with or without Tyler.

    I mean the film starts with him exploiting dying people so they will listen to him. Not recognizing that the only people open to listen are those dying, and he’s exploiting their openness to lie to them and get the “crying” he needs. He doesn’t give one flying fuck about what is happening to any of those dying people, he only barely stands up for Bob.


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    Sometimes, though, they make more sense than they used to.

    When I originally saw the Matrix in theaters, I fucking hated Cypher and his willingness to exchange the comforts of the Matrix over reality.

    Now… Fuck, give me that steak, Agent Smith. I’m with Cypher, I’m not wasting my life saving all these jagoffs who would rather live in the fucking Matrix anyway. Can’t beat em, join em.





  • No heterosexual man will be able to tell you accurately what you have on, even though he just looked at you 10 seconds ago.

    Yeesh, either you’re a terrible partner or you’ve had a string of terrible partners and are speaking from personal experience… but I mean I guess all that research that shows that men very much do care what women wear (especially women they aren’t dating, famous women even moreso) must mean nothing…


  • Look, I hate capitalism and fast fashion as much as the next woman, but socially we’re treated as if our value is within our looks, of which we all know are mostly outfits, hairdos, and makeup catered to the male gaze. So I mean, good for her, and who cares if it didn’t materially change her life for the better or change her habits. It’s quite possibly a whole ass outfit no less, top and skirt, not one whole piece. If it made her feel good and she likes it enough to be lounging around in it a week later, I don’t see the issue. I don’t know, let women have fun. (and that includes you, Stushona! let yourself have fun!)