Hello friends,
I am updating on Last Girl over at Medium.
Have a splendid 2017.
Kate.
who you gonna call: ghostbusters (2016)
I watched Ghostbusters on TV as a kid–Friday nights, right? I wasn’t particularly attached to it, but I did like their ghost-fighting guns, that thing they stepped on that captures ghosts, their vehicle’s siren and /slimer/. But I wasn’t particularly attached to /the crew/–sure, four ghost-fighting guys. Younger me wasn’t impressed, because younger me didn’t really care, as younger me = a girl.
When they said they were going to reboot the Ghostbusters franchise with an all-female cast, I thought it was a meme. Or a joke. A very cruel one, at that, but one that excited me anyhow. Frankly, I would watch /anything/ that had women as leads, if only to help disprove that notion that Movies With Women, For Women do not generate money.
But really, it wasn’t really until we were sitting inside the cinema that it dawned on me, with absolute certainty: This was really happening.
Spoilers under cut.
what i read: cultures & boundaries
In an effort to reboot my blog, I’m rounding up (yet again) things I’ve read (both on and off the internet) these past handful of days. I’m slowly easing out of a writing rut, in a manner of speaking.
Here we go.
reshop, heda: the 1oo, commander lexa and burying your gays
Spoilers up to Season 3, Episode 7 “Thirteen” of The 1oo.
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This is not about Edsa, although it is a bit about freedom, but not on that scale, not really. Scratch that – truth be told, I already feel bad about opening with that, because what does Edsa have to do about old loves, right?
Right.
girls in book stores
I still remember following a girl through book stores around the city, now more than a hundred months ago.
Time sure flies when you’re in love.
Happy hundred, love. 🙂
a list of things i thought i would no longer be after 30
During Friday’s night out with the girls, they reminded me about how, at seventeen, I had boldly said that I wanted to die at 35. I remember none of it, but apparently I also said things about wanting to get educational plans for imagined future children, and similar nonsense, so. Yeah, I said a lot of shit as a young college kid who had no idea life was about to be very different from what had been within my imagination at the time.
“Thirty-five,” they said, “is only four years away.”
“Fuck,” I said.
“And we’re doing Greece pa nga when we’re 35, di ba?”
“God, Kate, please don’t die in Greece?”
“I can’t make a 100-percent fool-proof promise, but I will *try*–”
“Bawal mamatay sa Greece.”
“Ok, ok–”
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What had I been thinking, really, talking about dying at 35? Well, something has to be said about someone who’d wanted to go at her peak: Suppose this was someone who thought she’d be done by 35? To be fair, I was seventeen, so I must have thought simply doubling my lifespan at the time would have been enough for me to do everything I wanted?
It’s strange and naive, because while the years between turning twenty and turning thirty have taught me a LOT, I am most definitely not done learning just yet.
tl;dr – Kate at 17 was stupid and wrong.
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These days, I am still stupid and these days I am still wrong, and I was mulling over these thoughts as I was on the way to the grocery store on Sunday morning: There are a lot of things people expect 30-somethings to no longer be. Such as stupid and wrong, of course.
Over dinner on Friday, we also talked about skydiving. A friend said something about wanting to do it when we were younger. “But then again, married now,” she said, and apparently, that was that.
“So it does make sense to be reckless in youth,” I said. “Growing up, you tend to become more risk-averse.” At which point I dutifully began drawing a graph in my head: Risk-aversion is directly proportional to age.
Later, another one chimed in to note: “However, when you reach a certain age — say, 60 — you tend not to pay attention too much to the risk anymore.”
Which makes sense, so I edited the graph in my head to depict a bell graph, the line dipping after 60.
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So older, you could no longer be stupid, no longer be wrong, no longer be reckless. (Or so expectations go)
Hmm.
Which brings me to the point of this entry, which is supposedly a list of things I thought I would no longer be after 30 (but still kind of am):
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