This marks the end of my zombie week watching lion cubs, glaciers and drool inducing food on the small screen. It did feel pretty incredible not to be glaring at a tiny computer screen for up to 12 hours straight.
So..V stands for the F the film. Don’t think I’ll ever get over watching Evey’s hair shaved and her transforming into a kick ass, um freedom fighter. Not that i’m condoning extremism. Or in fact shaving my hair. I’m just taking a wild guess at how liberating it is to feel the complete absence of fear.
I hope those of you who have never understood my “fuck it all” gene, get it now. No? ok nevermind then. Let me spell it out to you.
I am studiply impulsive because I am secretly afraid of everything, especially the Ebola virus. Instead of being a whimpering idiot, every once in a while I go beserk, rip through my layercake of clothes to reveal the S on my chest and do whatever it is that super people do.
Fake it till you make it right?