“Zooey Deschanel’s character in The New Girl is probably the clearest example of this right now, as that entire show is based around how quirky and eccentric and, as a result, lovable, Zooey’s character (I think her name is “Eyeface”) is. Except she’s not so much “eccentric” as much as she is “bad at being alive and functioning socially, in the present.” One of her main conflicts in the pilot is that she has a date at a fancy restaurant, but doesn’t know what to wear so she puts on overalls! Classic Eyeface! And one of the male characters on the show goes goofy-eyed and clearly starts falling in love with her instead of, say, yelling, “You’re 27 years old, how do you not know how to dress and function yet? Get your shit together.”—
Hollywood is still teaching women that “dumb” is “attractive,” they’re just hipsterfying it. I don’t know when it happened (maybe after Clueless?), but sometime after the ’90s, “Quirky Eccentric Weird Chick” became the new Bimbo. She’s just as insultingly one-dimensional as the archetypal Ditsy Blonde Bombshell Valley Girl character that was all over the place a decade ago, except now she wears vintage knee-socks and listens to The Smiths, and that’s supposed to be better, for some reason.
Day 1 - Your favourite song: Glitter in the Air by Pink
Honorary Mentions: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5 Gray or Blue by Jaymay Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, “I just don’t care”?
It’s only half past the point of no return The tip of the iceberg The sun before the burn The thunder before the lightning The breath before the phrase Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone? Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone Have you ever been touched so gently, you had to cry? Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It’s only half past the point of oblivion The hourglass on the table The walk before the run The breath before the kiss And the fear before the flames Have you ever felt this way?
There you are, sitting in the garden Clutching my coffee Calling me sugar You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight? Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself, “Will it ever get better than tonight?” Tonight