next time someone tells you Muslim countries oppress women, let them know Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Turkey, Kosovo, Kyrgyzstan, and Senegal have all had female Presidents or Prime Ministers and 1/3rd of Egypt’s parliament is female but the US has yet to even have a female vice president and can’t say “vagina” when discussing female reproductive rights
why do people get so mad about puns? they’re literally the nicest kind of humor. they make nobody feel bad. it’s just clever. sometimes it’s original. learn to like puns. don’t let society run your life
Some may not admit it, but 99% of the anger people experience after a good pun comes from the fact that they didn’t think of it first.
“‘He skitters boyishly off into the afternoon, waving brightly. I realise too late I forgot to sniff him to find out if he has a personal odour.’ ‘He has wiry features as though he had been put on the rack and pulled gently for a few minutes.’ ‘Whishaw looks coyly at his ravioli.’ ‘…the slight, floppy-maned, somewhat effete boy-whippet…’ ‘He has a very low hairline which his thick brown hair erupts from, first going one way, then another, and then back again, with the overall effect looking weirdly like an enormous Mr Whippy ice cream.’”
— Modern journalism, driven to hitherto unseen poetic heights by the task of describing Ben Whishaw.
Other noteworthy additions: “It’s like a mop and sex had a baby, and it grew up, and that’s Ben Whishaw.” “…known for roles as pained waifs (Perfume), sensitive waifs (Bright Star), or pained waifs who happen to be particularly sensitive (Brideshead Revisited).” “…a small woodland animal.”
“When I ask for his reaction to the fact that some critics have called him “the next Olivier”, he squirms and pulls his polo neck right up over his head.”
“‘I feel it’s only fair that you should choose which animal.’ ’I’d like to be a badger. They’re small and quite timid, but also a powerful force when they need to be.’”
“He once, I was delighted to read, had 13 cats.”
It just goes on and on.
“Ask Ben Whishaw about acting and he twists in his chair, pushes his hair into various shapes, and, avoiding all eye contact, mutters…”
“On screen, he tends to use those huge, vulnerable eyes to portray defenceless characters…”
“As a child, he loved Marlon Brando and Jimmy Stewart, and was good at art. He had an Athena poster of the lost city of Atlantis on his wall and kept a collection of trinkets. ‘I used to collect knick-knacks like wizards, trolls and little buddhas and arrange them like precious things on a shelf. Why am I telling you this? It was an odd thing to do. I don’t know what became of them.’ He looks at the floor, embarrassed.”
“…there is nothing – or next to nothing – coming out of his mouth. While it’s not unusual to meet monosyllabic actors, Whishaw barely makes it into the mono league.”
“Certainly, it’s true that with his huge brown eyes and his startled air, he can give a convincing impression of a two-legged deer caught in the headlights. But just how vulnerable is Whishaw off-screen, I wonder?
‘Ahh…’ he says, and looks away. There’s a long pause, during which his forehead becomes bisected by a deep frown. Some further ah-ing follows.”
“And in between he emits one of the creepiest high-pitched giggles I’ve ever heard.”
“He has a charmingly bashful smile. But it’s also a smile to shelter behind. A smile to turn on the world if you want people to like you, while simultaneously keeping them at bay.”
“As if scanning for predators, his eager eyes dart around the room surveying the crowd as he breaks a banana into pieces and pops it into his mouth. He fidgets and squirms in his seat as if flea-infested, his oversize sweater almost drowning his wiry frame in wool. He is not typical leading-man material.”
“And with that, Ben Whishaw walks off through the throng in the bar and is gone. If, that is, he was ever here in the first place.”
“Waiflike and awkward in person, Ben Whishaw is nonetheless one of our most electrifying young actors. But good luck getting him to admit it.”
“It’s odd thinking of Whishaw bulking up because his feral fragility — along with his amazing eyes — are partly what make him such a joy to watch.”
We get it, you’re all in love with him.
"I just know that talking sex [with Ben Whishaw] would be almost physically painful to him, like exposing a moth to daylight; he’d fold up his wings and play dead."
"If he is not the shyest actor in Britain today, he is certainly the leader of the shy ones, their poster boy; patron of the introvert thespians anonymous."
"Sitting opposite me on a sofa, dressed in a duffle coat and a jumper knitted by his friend’s mother, he is so nervous he seems to want to hide in the upholstery."
A flop. Big budget comedy textposter officialunitedstates has done it again. Like it because you must, but refrain from reblogging. The “I’m not like other girls” schtick has been done tirelessly by users who have more love and passion for the gimmick than he.
jeez i would love to order that thing online, but i don’t know what size to order it in because women’s clothing sizes are determined by the alignments of the planets in relation to the fuck you galaxy