Tag Archives: michelle williams

So, my Pretty-Pretty, we meet again.

6 Sep

man i have been thinking about this blog for quite awhile. i had to take a (an?) hiatus i guess. sort of how like the french go on holiday for the last part of the summer? yeah like that. i just needed to collect my thoughts and get right again. shit was getting too personal! you know? i just had to back it up and get organized. so kittens, to keep you abreast basically this is what has been going on: barbie had to shut out the external stimuli and get real with the internal. so a funeral happened. that sucked. a flirtation blossomed and then squashed pretty quickly. a good thing. and some serious closure occurred. a great thing. to celebrate emotional progress i decided to chop chop my hair. a word about this. for some reason (well several) i stopped cutting my hair about 4 years ago. i wanted to grow it out and have long locks. well to be perfectly honest i was avoiding some internal homophobia. who knew hair could be so emotional? actually rose weitz knows a little something about this. she wrote an interesting book titled, Rapunzel’s Daughters: What Women’s Hair Tells Us About Women’s Lives. weitz was actually one of my professors in my undergrad years. i don’t think i fully appreciated her then, in my ultra conservative early 20s. i had this moment when i looked in the mirror after the cut was complete, where i saw myself again. like me. ME. this person that was missing. this woman who i didn’t even realize had been on, well a hiatus of her own, i suppose. as if growing out my hair was this protection. protection against being accused of being gay or too gay. stereotypical. when i chopped my hair this weekend i feel like i got rid of all this shit i had been holding onto for way too long. and i missed me. and i was so glad to see me again. it was so healing. so here i am world. barbie is back. word to the wise, get the fuck out of my way.

a couple of inspirational haircuts:


ginnifer goodwin (lookin good mama!)

michelle williams

packages tied up with string

2 Mar

as a lesbian, i do love women. i also love being a woman. sometimes i am both attracted to a woman and also want to be her. it’s kind of an odd thing, i suppose. as far as i can tell, most straight couples don’t feel this way and many of my gay gal pals can relate, but some do not.  sometimes i get confused. like, am i attracted to her? or do i just want to copy her haircut? it’s a conundrum. one of these conundrums in wrapped up in a neat little package. her name is michelle williams.

i both want to be (as in look like) her and be with her.

and i have loved her for a long time. dawson’s creek people. and of course let’s take a moment to remember broke back mountain and now with blue valentine. so much goodness.

i think busy phillips might feel the same way, just sayin’

and just to indulge myself, here were my other faves from the oscars. not sure though if i want to wear their dresses or have those ladies take them off.

loved the dress

apparently i’m going through a blonde phase…or a narcissistic one.

but she was really my very favorite of the night. oh mila, such pretty…lace.

Why did you save her, after all the terrible things she did to you?

9 Feb

due to some odd events in my life i’ve had my not-so-distant past catch up with me a bit. not in my favorite way.  so it’s got me thinking about relationships and how sometimes you meet people that just have a funny way of popping up or getting under your skin or having exes that stalk you. i went and saw blue valentine this week. it did a few things:

1) cemented all of my fears about commitment.

2) renewed my dawson’s creek love for michelle williams.

3) made me realize i would fuck ryan gosling.

4) depressed the shit out of me.

5) got me thinking about gender roles and relationships.

this was my favorite quote from the movie: dean says, “I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ’cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.”

i think perhaps there is quite a bit of truth there. then again, what the fuck do i know? i’m a gay gal who will probably never get married and knows very little about guys. but i do know a little about being afraid of being alone and in a way, dean is sort of saying we all reach a point where we don’t want that anymore. even if that person hurts us. even if that person sucks. even if you do leave or are left, you still hold on… a bit.