Nada
Eu não vou falar de amor e nem vou falar do tempo, eu não vou dizer nada além do que estou dizendo. Eu não vou dizer o que realmente penso, até mesmo porque não tenho nada a dizer. Eu não vou dizer o que realmente sinto, até mesmo porque não é o que eu quero fazer. Eu não vou falar de culpa e nem de arrependimento mas só do que eu digo agora e aqui neste momento. Eu não vou falar de novo o que eu falei e não vou falar de mim nem de ninguém. Eu não vou falar de coisas que eu não sei e nem vou falar do que eu conheço bem. Eu não vou contar uma história, nem vou dar explicação, eu não vou falar de flores e nem da televisão, eu não vou falar de nada, eu não vou falar de nada e isso é só o que basta pra prender sua atenção.
-- Eu Não Vou Dizer Nada (além do que estou dizendo), Titãs
Women get it wrong when they complain about media images of women. Men understand that not everyone has Bardot's breasts, or Jamie Lee Curtis's neck, or Felicity Kendall's bottom, and we don't mind at all. Obviously we'd take Kim Basinger over Hattie Jacqes, just as women would take Keanu Reeves over Bernard Manning, but it's not the body that's important, it's the level of abasement. We worked out very quickly that Bond girls were out of our league, but the realization that women don't ever look at us the way Ursula Andress looked at Sean Connery, or even in the way that Doris Day looked at Rock Hudson, was much slower to arrive, for most of us. In my case I'm not at all sure that it ever did.
I'm beginning to get used to the idea that Laura might be the person I spend my life with, I think (or at least, I'm beginning to get used to the idea that I'm so miserable without her that it's not worth thinking about alternatives). But it's much harder to get used to the idea that my little-boy notion of romance, of glances, had no basis in reality at all. That's what women ought to get all steamed up about; that's why we can't function properly in a relationship. It's not the cellulite or the crow's feet. It's the... the... the disrespect.
-- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
-- Eu Não Vou Dizer Nada (além do que estou dizendo), Titãs
Women get it wrong when they complain about media images of women. Men understand that not everyone has Bardot's breasts, or Jamie Lee Curtis's neck, or Felicity Kendall's bottom, and we don't mind at all. Obviously we'd take Kim Basinger over Hattie Jacqes, just as women would take Keanu Reeves over Bernard Manning, but it's not the body that's important, it's the level of abasement. We worked out very quickly that Bond girls were out of our league, but the realization that women don't ever look at us the way Ursula Andress looked at Sean Connery, or even in the way that Doris Day looked at Rock Hudson, was much slower to arrive, for most of us. In my case I'm not at all sure that it ever did.
I'm beginning to get used to the idea that Laura might be the person I spend my life with, I think (or at least, I'm beginning to get used to the idea that I'm so miserable without her that it's not worth thinking about alternatives). But it's much harder to get used to the idea that my little-boy notion of romance, of glances, had no basis in reality at all. That's what women ought to get all steamed up about; that's why we can't function properly in a relationship. It's not the cellulite or the crow's feet. It's the... the... the disrespect.
-- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
X( :: still guilty...





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