It’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips.
I’m a woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman.
During the announcement for the 90th Academy Award nominees, I was luckily preoccupied with a few work things, and wasn’t paying attention. Good thing too, because the wait, the anticipation and the nerves would have been torture. And the pressure to seek out one particular nomination was also lifted, because right when I logged onto Twitter, I saw what I most wanted to see.
Loved by many, Lady Bird was high on my anticipation list for quite some time. I expected it to be an indie gem, thought provoking and filled with great performances, and to be completely honest, it met all my expectations. I’m a sucker for teen dramas, and even though I dislike annoying protagonists, Saoirse Ronan in the middle of Lady Bird and its atmosphere, all just worked.
Without any doubt, I should have been sleeping during the time I actually wrote this post but instead, I just sat down to fangirl because that is my life now. I wake up, I go to work, I come home, shower, and I sit down at half past one to type incoherent thoughts about Frank Castle and his endless supply of grunts. [grunts passionately]