Fuck Yeah Caitlin Moran

sodarkanddreamy: Caitlin Moran pretty much sums up how I’m...

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:00:48 +0100

sodarkanddreamy:

Caitlin Moran pretty much sums up how I’m feeling about the news that gif is pronounced ‘jif’.

empoweringredlipstick: #thetimes #caitlinmoran #getlucky...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:05:18 +0100

empoweringredlipstick:

#thetimes #caitlinmoran #getlucky #daftpunk

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Tue, 21 May 2013 12:15:44 +0100

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Caitlin Moran on feminism in frankie magazine May 2013 [High...

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:15:30 +0100

Caitlin Moran on feminism in frankie magazine May 2013 [High Res in new tab]

Caitlin Moran's article on Blachman

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:57:40 +0100

competitivewinetasting:

There is an extraordinary television programme broadcasting in Denmark at the moment. Called Blachman, it features the eponymous host and a friend sitting in a darkly lit room. On their command, women are ushered in and take off their robes.

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"You can tell whether some misogynistic societal pressure is being exerted on women by calmly..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:49:00 +0100

““You can tell whether some misogynistic societal pressure is being exerted on women by calmly enquiring, ‘And are the men doing this, as well?’ If they aren’t, chances are you’re dealing with what we strident feminists refer to as ‘some total fucking bullshit’.””

- Caitlin Moran (via w3lc0m3-to-h3ll)

"It’s not even politeness. I won’t allow you to be my bitches. I think it sets feminism back so many..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 14:30:11 +0100

““It’s not even politeness. I won’t allow you to be my bitches. I think it sets feminism back so many notches. You are… Cumberpeople.””

- Benedict Cumberbatch (in an interview with Caitlin Moran), being the most amazing man alive (via cocoajones)

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:15:39 +0100

lady-faces: Caitlin. Ink on paper. 8”x8”. 2013

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:14:48 +0100

lady-faces:

Caitlin. Ink on paper. 8”x8”. 2013

65 Books You Need To Read In Your 20s

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:45:21 +0100

65 Books You Need To Read In Your 20s:

The books that will move you, inspire you, make you cry, make you think, make you laugh. Even if you read them in high school or college, you’ll have a different perspective on them now that yo…

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"The motto I have penned on my knuckles is that this is the best world we have — because it’s the..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:15:33 +0100

“The motto I have penned on my knuckles is that this is the best world we have — because it’s the only world we have. It’s the simplest math ever. However many terrible, rankling, peeve-inducing things may occur, there are always libraries. And rain-falling-on-sea. And the moon. And love. There is always something to look back on, with satisfaction, or forward to, with joy.”

- Moranthology, Caitlin Moran (via authorstalker)

creaturebatch: Because Caitlin Moran’s article is the best...

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:54:20 +0100

creaturebatch:

Because Caitlin Moran’s article is the best thing ever and I want her to write a book about Benedict, I decided to do a giveaway of The Times Magazine on Saturday with Benedict on the cover. If you want to have your own copy to drool/cry/obsess over but were not able to buy it this is your chance. Benedict talks about Star Trek Into Darkness and Sherlock and his mother is angry with him because he has not yet found a “bird”.
~~I volunteer…~~

The Rules:

I will give away two copies of the magazine and the front page of the Times on Saturday.

The two winners will be chosen randomly and I will send them an ask, which means that your askbox should be open.

If you do not answer for three days, I will choose another winner.

You can reblog as often as you like but I think that tumblr only counts you once. No likes, please.

The deadline to reblog is the 26th May.

I ship everywhere, even to Narnia. Which also means, that you have to give me your address.

Of course, I would be happy to get new followers but if you only want the magazine and don’t like my blog that’s okay as well.

Good luck!

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Sun, 12 May 2013 22:23:35 +0100

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Sat, 11 May 2013 18:33:41 +0100

"We look around his bedroom, which is small and floral. On the chintzy dressing table is a small..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 16:45:25 +0100

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We look around his bedroom, which is small and floral. On the chintzy dressing table is a small china pot, with “I Feel Pretty & Witty” painted on the lid, in curlicue script.

I’m just asking him if this is his morning affirmation - “Well, I do feel quite pretty,” he’s saying, thoughtfully.

”

- Caitlin Moran meets Benedict Cumberbitch, The Times Magazine (via theperksofbeingaprocrastinator)

fenwickio: The Times- Benedict Cumberbatch Interview by Caitlin...

Sat, 11 May 2013 16:07:06 +0100

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The Times- Benedict Cumberbatch Interview by Caitlin Moran

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"He’d already had his first kiss: “Underwater. Mary. I was 11. The wettest lips you could possibly..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:30:23 +0100

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He’d already had his first kiss: “Underwater. Mary. I was 11. The wettest lips you could possibly kiss. I think that was definitely my first kiss. Unless I’d kissed a boy at school in a f***ing play – which would ruin that very erotic Humbert Humbert-like memory I have of my first female obsession.”

In his last year at Harrow he discovered “pot and girls and music”, “got a bit lazy” and forfeited his chance of Oxbridge. He took a year out – working for six months in a perfumier’s to earn the money to allow him to teach English in Tibet. At the perfumier’s, he learnt to prefer “bright citruses – bergamot, vetiver”.

Once, with a severe cold, he served Richard E. Grant and watched, with horror, as a drip from his nose “landed right on his Blenheim Bouquet as I giftwrapped it” – the most gently dandy thespian anecdote of 2013. A month later, he was in India, watching a parade of keening mourners take the dead down to the river, to be burnt.

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- Benedict Cumberbatch, in an interview with Caitlin Moran for The Times, May 2013 (x)

The Times - Whats not to Love About Benedict Cumberbatch

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:39:55 +0100

cumbertrekky:

He was an all-action Sherlock Holmes for TV and now he’s conquering Hollywood in Star Trek. Caitlin Moran joins the actor at his parents’ home for Sunday lunch

I don’t know if you remember, but some time last summer – between the end of the Olympics and the return of The X Factor – it briefly became the thing to have a go at Benedict Cumberbatch for being “a posho”.

However many times Cumberbatch tried to explain that he was “just middle class, really”, a sum kept being done, over and over: “Harrow education” + “called ‘Benedict Cumberbatch’ ” = “A man who wipes his bum on castles”. There was a series of catty columns about it, with headlines like “Posh off to America” and “Poor posh boy”.

The underlying presumption seemed to be that Cumberbatch was some dilettante princeling – stealing roles such as Sherlock Holmes in Sherlock, and the painfully repressed landowner Christopher Tietjens in Tom Stoppard’s Parade’s End, that would otherwise have gone to working-class actors such as Danny Dyer, or Shane Richie from EastEnders, and that this was all a great pity.

Of course, as with all these things, it blew over quite quickly – not least because it was superseded by the news that Cumberbatch had been cast in the new Star Trek movie, and was, therefore, about to become one of the most successful British actors of the past ten years. But I am reminded of it all today, in the back of a cab, leafing through a pile of cuttings on Cumberbatch.

“What a load of balls that was,” I muse. “The whole posh thing. What a load of old balls. What a funny old world.”

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I have been invited to lunch with Cumberbatch at his parents’ house in Gloucestershire. Star Trek Into Darkness is now about to open and this is the only day he has free to talk. I have made the great sacrifice and taken a train to Swindon.

The cab driver drops me outside the house.

“Here you go,” he says.

I climb out of the car, and stare at a gigantic, honey-coloured mansion, with immaculately tended lawns. Parked in the driveway are a black London taxi and a vintage silver Rolls-Royce.

Last night, Benedict had offered to pick me up from the station, saying he has a “loooooooooovely car”.

“Yes – you have, haven’t you, Benedict?” I think to myself, staring. “You’ve got a lovely pair.”

I crunch up the drive, carrying a massive bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine, and shout through the letter box.

“Hello! I’m from London! I’ve come on holiday, to the countryside, by accident!”

Silence. I circle the house. The place is so big, I can’t work out where the front door is.

I decide to go to ask a neighbour for advice on how to penetrate the Cumberbatch estate.

I head towards a nearby crofter’s cottage.

Benedict Cumberbatch is standing in the doorway of the tiny cottage, in a pair of knackered navy corduroy slippers, watching my progress across the lawn – lavishly strewn with hyacinths – with some curiosity.

“What were you doing at Kate Moss’s house?” he asks, mildly.

Ah. Kate Moss. The working-class girl from Croydon made good. That mansion is her house.

The “posh” Cumberbatches, by way of contrast, live next door: three small rooms downstairs, three small rooms upstairs. Every available surface is covered in books, family photographs or owls.

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"I’m not into pixie cobblers. I like real life. If I had to marry one of the cast of ‘Lord of the..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:15:15 +0100

“I’m not into pixie cobblers. I like real life. If I had to marry one of the cast of ‘Lord of the Rings’, it would be Sam Gamgee — the only completely prosaic, normal, non-magic one, who comes across like the owner of a garage in Cricklewood having a particularly bad day, what with this vexatious epic quest, and all.”

- Caitlin Moran discussing her unexpected addition to World of Warcraft in ‘Moranthology’

(side note: she’s wrong, because ARAGORN. And also no-one in Cricklewood is as laid back as Sam, which is saying quite a lot. But I still love her.)

but how is Benedict even real: as summed up in fabulous quotes from the Caitlin Moran interview

Sat, 11 May 2013 00:22:09 +0100

worthmanywounds:

“That is a picture of my mother kissing my arse,” he confirms.

Here’s what it’s like interviewing Benedict Cumberbatch: a bit like interviewing a waterfall. It won’t really answer any of your questions, but it’s fabulous to watch. It’s not that it’s trying to ignore or avoid your questions – God, no. It is endlessly, eagerly forthcoming, and shows a touching courtesy towards the whole notion of being interviewed. It will tell you a story about being stung on the penis by a sea anemone in the same breath as discussing the panic of entering the library at Harrow for the first time: “Because I thought, I probably won’t have a lifetime long enough to read the first shelf – let alone the first room, let alone the whole f***ing library. I’ve always been after the idea of betterment – to know exactly everything about that wine, and tell you about the birdsong I can hear, and to understand the world around me.”

“I was a kid until I was 18, really. But the one grace of an all-boys boarding school is that you could lie about what you’d done on your holidays. Not like a mixed school, where you had to parade your girlfriend around the playground. I was a bit Hugh Grant around women. ‘Good gosh, er, do you mind if I, erm, touch, ah, it? Gosh, I feel funny now.’

“S***. S***. It’s already half-past chaffinch. If we get to barn owl, I am never getting to Bristol tonight.”

“It’s not even politeness. I won’t allow you to be my bitches. I think it sets feminism back so many notches. You are… Cumberpeople.”

“I’m going to become… non-verbal now,” he says, owlishly. He oils onto the dancefloor, and busts a move to a series of Eighties gay anthems, right under the glitterball.

“All the things we didn’t talk about!” he lamented. “The Simpsons, New York at new year, Iceland… I’ve seen and swam and climbed and lived and driven and filmed. Should it all end tomorrow, I can definitely say there would be no regrets. I am very lucky, and I know it. I really have lived 5,000 times over.”

And bonus Wanda Ventham:

his mother comes upstairs, and interrupts in the way that is the birthright of all mothers. She addresses me with some urgency: “Can you just… find him a bird?” she asks. “You must be able to find him a bird. There must be someone in London who’s suitable. I want grandchildren. Please – find my son a bird.”