Surprisingly, this is not a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy reference, but an actual fact. From Burnout: Solve Your Stress Cycle, by Emily and Amelia Nagoski
That’s the percentage of time your body and brain need you to spend resting. It’s about ten hours out of every twenty-four. It doesn’t have to be every day; it can average out over a week or a month or more. But yeah. That much.
“That’s ridiculous! I don’t have that kind of time!” you might protest - and we remind you that we predicted you might feel that way, back at the start of the chapter.
We’re not saying you [italic] should [end italic] take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent , the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare [image ends here, mid-sentence]
We’re not saying you should take 42 percent of your time to rest; we’re saying if you don’t take the 42 percent, the 42 percent will take you. It will grab you by the face, shove you to the ground, put its foot on your chest, and declare itself the victor.
suzanne collins is such a genius… the cultural phenomena of her series leading to the hanging tree house remixes, mockingjay being milked for two (bad) movies, the capitol-inspired makeup palettes, the halloween costumes, the explosion of the market for dystopia, the butchering of her characters and removal of disabilities, disfiguration, and racial tension + representation to sell more tickets, the extra gale scenes to fuel discourse, and the audience showing up to cinemas to watch what was pretty honestly marketed to them (the jacob vs edwardification of the symbolic love story and also to watch children fight to the death) it’s just so ridiculously ironic i would say you can’t write this shit, but she did write about it… in The Hunger Games published 2008
GEORGE: Bisexual! Oh, well that’s just great. As if it wasn’t enough that you were rubbing all these beautiful women in my face. Now it’s beautiful women! Beautiful men! Beautiful androgynous ze/hirs!
ELAINE: No you’re not.
JERRY: Wh-sure I am!
ELAINE: Nah. I don’t buy it. I mean, Jerry, I slept with you. There’s no way you’re bisexual.
JERRY: So a bisexual man can’t sleep with a woman? Get a load of this! I’ve been bisexual for 30 seconds and I’m already experiencing biphobia!
ELAINE: No, dummy. Remember when I asked you if we could try, you know [raises her eyebrows, moves her head around].
JERRY: Oh, that.
ELAINE: Well, a bisexual man wouldn’t say “No, that’s kind of gay.”
JERRY: Fine! I’m not bisexual! Just don’t tell my agent.
GEORGE: So no beautiful men?
JERRY: No, George, no men.
GEORGE: Heh. Right. I’m gonna…. [points to the door and leaves without another word]
ELAINE: So why’s your agent think you’re bisexual anyway?
JERRY: I made a stupid joke. Some reporter asks if I sleep on my back or on my side and I said, you know, I go both ways, depends who I’m sleeping with, and next thing I know there’s a PinkNews tweet about me.
ELAINE: Why not correct them? They’re the ones who assumed.
JERRY: Because I got a call from my agent. They want me to stay out. They said I’m the fresh new face of comedy. And it’d be great if the fresh new face of comedy was a queer man.
ELAINE: And you’re doing it?
JERRY: What’s the alternative? Say no, actually, I’m completely average. Not a gay bone in my body. I’m just a comedian who made the worst joke of all time. While straight.
