How Long to Nap
Twin, artist, watcher of shitty lifetime movies, 17 year old girl.
Hank’s death. Walt telling Jesse the truth about Jane. Skyler telling Flynn the truth about Walt. Todd forcing Jesse to cook. That dreadful knife fight. Rather than dissect each one of these tragedies—and that is exactly what they are—I can’t stop thinking about how this episode works as a condemnation of Walt, even as he sacrificed his money and his family. Remember, Walt defended everything he did with a simple idea: His family needed a nest egg. That idea corrupted the suburban ideal of masculinity—a man provides for his family—into a justification for awful things. At times, Breaking Bad made you sympathize with Walt’s motives. What man wouldn’t do anything to protect his family? But Walt has protected nothing. When his wife and son are cowering from him in his own home, can he still claim to be a father? A husband? A man? “What the hell is wrong with you?” he says, moments before stealing his newborn child from her mother. “We’re a family. We’re a family.”
- Chris Heller, The Atlantic (via timetoputonashow)
I enjoy being indoors. I enjoy laying on couches, snacking, and reading (watching TV). Summer sucks because it is the only season when, if I want to do this in the middle of a gorgeous day, people (my children) look at me like I’m a disgusting person. Well, guess what? It’s 90 degrees out there, it’s 68 degrees in here, and this episode of The Bachelorette isn’t going to watch itself.
Well there goes the rest of my life.