They Call Me Cookie to My Face

 Whenever a long awaited movie comes out the critics and analysts are at the ready. Sometimes they are so eager to make a mark with their keen observations that they miss nuances in the story that enhance the plot.  Here are some answers that I have come up with to some of the questions regarding consistency and plot. Tracker: Mr. Nobody -Some seem to think that "Mr. Nobody" is a conundrum. A mystery that has no explanation. Almost as if he was inserted into the story at the last minute.  He is indeed strange. He seems committed to an unknown and unstated objective. He wants to drive up the bounty on Wick's head.  But to what end?  Anyway, a question came up in the forums about his control over his "support animal." The dog always seems to make the right decision to forward the plot even when his master is entrapped in dramatic irony. How can this be? Why did the dog not attack Caine instead of the man behind him? The answer here is quite simple. The dog does no...

  It's fun, it's funny and its timeline is damn near impossible to decipher.  I can't tell if the movie is weeks long, days long or involves time travel.  I would argue that technically it does involve time travel since the lead character crosses time zones several times.  I cannot organize my mind right now to completely dissect this movie but I will pull out my favorites: Favorite Color: RED -Red themes throughout this movie set the tone and are artistically manipulated to help tell the story.  Favorite Food: Them apples .  -This movie was serving apple pie, fritters, croissants and sake for that ass.  Favorite Landmark: Arc de Triomphe -NO SPOILERS: Don't believe me? Just watch.  Favorite Random Object: Umbrella - Because homeless folks must stick together.  Favorite Quote: "We're in this together now, John." Favorite Animal: Pidgeon -They are everywhere, chilling, always got the best seats in the house. I'm so jelly.  Favorite Song: ...

 Oh Mr. Ye what will you do next? Apparently the new rumor running about regarding Kanye's marriage to Bianca is that she doesn't have free will. A reporter approached Kanye and his wife with her phone recording to ask him about this rumor. He promptly snatches the phone from her hand like an accomplished kung fu student taking the pebble from master's hand.  The assumption that Biana Censori who is an educated, independently wealthy woman of Italian organized crime heritage is somehow subservient to Kanye West is laughable.  This is the same man who had his billionaire crown snatched off him for insulting the Jewish community. This is the same man that has been called crazy and openly stalked for years.  Yes, because the only reason why a young beautiful successful woman would be with one the most prolific and influential hip hop artists of this era is because she is being controlled.  I would have snatched that bitch's phone too.  Back to the stalking... ...

  Him: "Would you be homeless with me?" Me: "Is it the Apocalypse?" I get it what he was trying to say and I respect his right to say it but that doesn't mean I should let him get away with saying that shit.  Men like to test women as if they are the ones that hold the keys to society. For some reason, this man in particular seem to have gotten it in his mind that I was a gold digger. I think the cognitive dissonance associated with a severe personality disorder is to blame.  In general, I find that women of color have to prove their love to men. Even if they are paying for everything. Even if they are doing all the work. Even if they show up wearing a cape to help save the day, they still have to prove themselves.  So when he asked me if I would be homeless with him, my first instinct wasn't to retaliate against years of philosophical gaslighting that women of color experience. Honestly, there wasn't enough time to even get to that place.  My first inst...

 Its in their brain. The misogynistic male is such because his neurons are wrapped in entitlement.  And women are to blame.  As women (yes, I am including myself) we cannot continue to reward certain behaviors and ignore other behaviors and somehow magically expect chivalrous men to pop out the ground.  We are sowing seeds of laziness and complacency.  I understand that we are not all the same. We all want different things and have different goals and needs.  But I don't think that any of us want to live in a world where men believe that women are to be sexually abused and silent.  I also don't think most women want to live in a world where their success, independence and assertiveness are declarations of war.  I grew up in the south where the refined young woman was taught to secure a marriage young. You are always to be pretty and submissive. You are to marry above your station (and older than you). You have children and give a man no reason to ...

 You steal from you family and strangers who work hard and don't get to get high and have excuses. You pimp out your spouse and call it struggle love.  You ruin neighborhoods and businesses with your filth and uncouth behavior. I'm judging you.  Someone needs to.  Someone needs to tell you: "Yes, it is your fault." Unless someone pinned you down and forced you to ingest drugs it is your fault. People judge victims of rape and sexual abuse all the time. No one says much about it. In most courts you are openly allowed to judge an alleged victim by their alcohol use, their choice of clothing, and whether or not they were alone with their attacker.  But for some insane reason, you are not allowed to judge a person who picked up a needle, a stem or some other apparatus and ingested drugs.  I'm tired of the stock stories.  "Oh, I twisted my ankle helping an elderly woman cross the street. The doctor prescribed me opiates and now I'm hooked. Wahhh!" You may...

 ...And now I have a tik ok and youtube channel.  Yes I stole. Yes, I shot dope into my arm until it rotted off.  But when the nurse commented: "You do this to yourself and you're afraid of what I'm doing? (lancing wound and injecting with antibiotics)" I was offended. How dare she point out my cognitive dissonance! I didn't lose my arm months later because of poor hygiene and continued drug use. I lost my arm because that bitch got smart with me.  Yeah, I'm manipulative...so what? Yes, I wasted tax dollars on the upkeep of my drug induced self inflicted flesh rot, but you know what? You have no right to judge me!!! When I'm sucking dicks in the parking lot of your kids school, don't judge. When I'm taking a shit in the alley next to the daycare, don't judge.  When your husband gives you an STD because I refuse to wash my ass much less my festering wounds, don't judge.  Just make sure you donate to my fund for recovery. So I can get my teet...