Golden-age Hollywood, Especially The More Niche Parts (not Just Marilyn Monroe Even Though She’s Very

merry christmas :>

I like the collage

I just finished the second week of uni. It went by really quickly, it's been good. I don't have much work yet so I've been getting back into substack lately.

I made an instagram account specifically for my writing, it's @thatswhytheycallmeanitaa, i hope you follow it. I also hope you follow my substack, you won't regret it.

I'm currently reading Antigone, for uni; it always makes me tear up. I'm writing a lot, in fact I will post an essay on substack tomorrow (hopefully).

Substack is a strange place, just as tumblr or letterboxd are, it's hard to find a community there, plus nobody I know in real life ever uses any of these apps. Most of my Substack followers and subscribers are people I know irl who decided to subscribe to do me a favor, but they never read, like or comment on my posts; it's discouraging.

For all my life I've thought the only possible job I could ever have was to be a writer or artist, now, already in university, I fear people might not want to consume my art; I fear being invisible.

Maybe this is weird, but I'm scared. I've only ever wanted to write, and to have people consume my writing.

Anyways, I'm going crazy but I still love all of you,

Xx, lots of love,

Anna

Thank you for the tag sirin!! This is little Anais, she would probably be a little bit worried about me.

She likes nature, writing, animals, crafts, sewing, and making up stories :o

@bajaja-blast

Picrew tag game!- Create yourself now vs how you looked when you were a kid

Link

I was tagged by @cutebisexualmess for this but the chain was too long so I'm restarting!

If only that little girl could see me now (she'd probably think I was cool tbh)

uhm tagging: @b3achfagz (ik you dont do tag games so u can just ignore this but i though u might find it cool) @cassiecryptic @viktheviking1 @depressedgremlinbitch @ramencat12 @inkyslimee @the-horrifying-digital-circus @patipati @cute--thing @musicalsiphonophore @tastetherainbow290 @disenchantedwarlock @bookishcatcafe and anyone else who sees this and thinks it looks cool!!

hello, first post!

i’m anais (real name)!! or annie :D

she/her ☆ infp 4w5 469 ☆ half white, half 🇨🇳🇵🇦!! ENG | 中文 ☆ late teens ☆ formerly @dearest-dada ☆ carrd

While I’d love to start an art history side blog, this is just my little corner of the internet for now.

I like a lot of things:

★ authors. . . katherine mansfield, franz kafka, françoise sagan, virginia woolf

★ shows. . . ghosts ✨, portrait of a marriage, hataraki man, world fool news (pls talk to me about world fool news)

★ fandom. . . US history, old hollywood, beatlegirls, athletic history, motivational vlogs lol

★ music. . . riot grrrl, vintage music, obscure classical

★ hobbies. . . playing tennis, drawing, going on wikipedia, staying up reallyyy late.

1. Vita to Virginia

2. Virginia to Vita

(1927)

i randomly found this

i feel a little better now after doomscrolling on tumblr for an hour… look I’m learning new things

Fay M. Jackson (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: 8 May 1902 

RIP: 3 June 1979

Ethnicity: African American

Occupation: Journalist

Note: During the 1930s became the first Black Hollywood correspondent for the ANP. In 1938, she founded the Cinema League of Colored Peoples, to shape the representation of racial minority characters and stories in Hollywood films.

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn

Egg: fried

steak: medium rare

milk: milktea

alcohol: peanut butter whiskey /j

potato: smash potato

spice tolerance: asian

tags: anyone I don’t want to spam peoples notifications

I don’t think some people realize this is a critique lmao. I love the description of the woman imagining she’s driving on the road it really highlights the fleeting/unstable feeling she’s trying to capture and how the generation’s youth finds comfort in it 😌

A woman drives fast along the California freeway with the radio screaming, delirious with grief. She does this every morning, dressing quickly in her Beverly Hills home so as to leave no time to think. Changing lanes is like a dance the way she's trained herself to do it, seamlessly and to the beat. She walks barefoot into gas stations, rinsing down pills with warm Coca-Cola and chatting mindlessly with the attendants. Her marriage is over. Her showbiz career is dead. Her child has been taken away. She is known to cry at parties or get carried home; close friends have come to believe she's insane. It is only on the freeway, when the music is loud, that she can forget what's become of her life. To fall asleep she imagines herself on the road: "The Hollywood to the San Bernardino and straight on out, past Barstow, past Baker, driving straight on into the hard white empty core of the world."

How chic the story sounds the way Joan Didion tells it in her 1970 novel Play It as It Lays. The woman is a trainwreck but a sharp and glamorous one, numbing out on pills as a critique of moral rot in 1960s Tinseltown. Books are great that way. Played out in real life in the year 2007, the tale loses its cool; now the woman is a punchline whose endless personal disasters keep a burgeoning new media economy afloat. It seemed that every week, or sometimes even every day, brought a hysterical new headline regarding the downward spiral of America's pop princess. ("HELP ME!" "INSANE!" "OUT OF CONTROL!") "We serialize Britney Spears. She's our President Bush," said TMZ founder Harvey Levin in a gruesome Rolling Stone cover story from early 2008, which began with Britney wailing in a San Fernando Valley shopping mall as a crowd closed around her with their Sidekick smartphones brandished. "I don't know who you think I am, bitch," 26-year-old Spears snarled to a shopgirl approaching for a photo. "But I'm not that person."

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"Do you feel out of control in your life?" asks an interviewer off-screen in Britney: For the Record, the MTV documentary on Spears' "post-breakdown" life released at the end of 2008. That February, she had been placed against her will under the conservatorship of her father and former business manager, which would last for the next 13 years. "No, I don't feel it's out of control. I think it's too in control," Spears answers without pause. "There's no excitement. There's no passion. It's like Groundhog Day every day." The camera pulls in close as she wipes away her tears. "When did you last feel free?" the man asks later. "When I got to drive my car a lot," she wistfully replies. "I haven't been able to drive my car."

Meaghan Garvey, "Blackout Album Review"