Posts by Megan Wegan
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It really was a fabulous night. I now have a complete girl crush on Emily Perkins. (I went and bought the comic this morning, having been too excited about talking to everyone to remember to do it on the night.)
As I told you (somewhat....happily) on the night, you all did an amazing job.
Pls pls pls can we have a Wellington one soon? And seeing as I have to be in Christchurch about a dozen times in the foreseeable future, a Christchurch one too.
[ETA: Another highlight of the night: Robyn Gallagher's tweets about the Original Gangsta Bytchyz Annual General Meeting appearing on the big screen.]
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Heh. No, I am staying with a friend. You can "sleep on the couch" tomorrow night.
Seriously, Oh My God, escape the aftershocks, come to the Great Blend, and sleep on the couch. It'll be just the kind of therapy Paula Bennett thinks you can have.
(Except, not really, but, you know...)
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I read it in bed last night, Emma. (Your Metro column.) Honestly, it kind of felt like you were in the room with me. It was nice.
ETA: Wait, um, not like that. I apparently have a case of terminal suggestiveness today.)
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I'm one of those who feels very, very far away, and wishes there was something I could do to help.
After the aftershock this morning, I texted my mum, and she didn't reply for 90 minutes. Most of which time I spent checking Stuff, to make sure there wasn't suddenly significant damage in the Leeston area.
Turns out, she went to a friend's house, and didn't take her phone. She is now under very strict instructions to have her phone about her person at all times.
This isn't the first time Emma's ever made me cry, and I expect it won't be the last, but God, I wish I could stamp my foot and make it all stop for you guys.
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I always wonder if those people who give me lectures realise it just makes me want to smoke more. (Yes, I am 12.) And that goes for most anti-smoking ads, too.
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Something else just occured to me.
Smoking in a movie has never made me want to smoke, simply because I pretty much always want to smoke. It might remind me that I want to smoke, but that urge is always there. I imagine it's the same for alcoholics and drug addicts.
I started again this year, in a particularly shitty time in my life, having quit for about 5 years. It wasn't a movie that made me start again, it was just that I didn't have the energy to exercise the willpower any more. (I should point out, I don't smoke that much, and having had the flu recently means I haven't had one for almost 2 weeks.)
I'm not entirely sure what my point is, except to say that I highly doubt telling people there's someone smoking in a movie is really going to stop anyone who has already started smoking.
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One of the wonderful side effects of the social discouragement of smoking is it gives justification to those that wish to be rude, arrogant, opinionated fuckers. Hopefully they take up jogging and they go away quicker.
And the annoying thing is, blowing smoke directly into their face seldom makes them go away.
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I would buy into the idea that smoking in movies and TV glamourises it. Certainly Joan Holloway makes it look pretty hot.
But here's the thing. People do shit that is bad for them. Whether that's smoking, eating too much, drinking too much, shagging inappropriate people, or getting into fights. Blowing shit up or taking illegal drugs. Or whatever your harmful behaviour of choice is.
And you know what? People like doing those things. Because they are fun. And if we're going to restrict the veiwing of those things, or remove them completely, then the cinema is simply going to be showing science fiction. And aside from the fact that means I'll never get to watch a movie again, I'd re-pose Emma's question:
what's the job of art? Is it to present an aspirational and respirational ideal, or to accurately reflect the world we live in?
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And yet no annoying busybody ever comes up to me and tells me to remove my 'cancer wagon' from the road, as they do to my outside-smoking mother.
back when Wellington was looking at banning smoking on footpaths (at cafes and things), I had a massive hissy fit at several co workers, pointing out that I breathe in a damn sight more cabon monoxide walking down Courtenay place from all the buses than I do from the odd bit of passive smoke from outside a bar.
Grump.
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Those are all reasonable points. My major concern is that quitting smoking may lead to running - is that a price that we are prepared to pay, as a society?
Heh. I've been trying to figure out a way to make that joke all afternoon. Well played, sir.