Sugar: I have this thing about saxophone players. Especially tenor sax.
Joe (Josephine): Really?
Sugar: I don’t know what it is, but they just curdle me. All they have to do is play eight bars of ‘Come To Me, My Melancholy Baby’, and my spine turns to custard…I get goose-pimply all over, and I come to ‘em.
Joe: That so?
Sugar: Every time.
Joe: You know, I play tenor sax.
Sugar: But you’re a girl - thank goodness. That’s why I joined this band. Safety first. Anything to get away from those bums. You don’t know what they’re like. You fall for ‘em, you really love ‘em, you think this is gonna be the biggest thing since the Graf Zeppelin. The next thing you know, they’re borrowing money from you, then spending it on other dames and betting on horses. Then one morning you wake up, the guys gone, the saxophone’s gone. All that’s left behind is a pair of old socks, and a tube of toothpaste - all squeezed out. So, you pull yourself together, you go onto the next job, the next saxophone player…it’s the same thing all over again. See what I mean - not very bright. I can tell you one thing: it’s not going to happen to me again - ever. I’m tired of getting a fuzzy end of the lollipop.
That’s why I’m glad we’re going to Florida.
Joe: What’s in Florida?
Sugar: Millionaires. Flocks of them. They all go south for the winter, like birds.
Joe: Oh, you gonna catch yourself a rich bird?
Sugar: Oh, I don’t care how rich he is…as long as he’s got a yacht, his own private railroad car, and his own toothpaste.
Joe: I hope this time you wind up with the sweet end of the lollipop.
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
My Les Mis Barricade cake in more detail! I asked my mum for a themed cake and this is what she came up with- I’d say she definitely outdid herself this year! Plus, she’s a vet and not a professional cake decorator. Everything on the cake is 100% edible and some of the detail is amazing.
Enjolras - red flags
Grantaire - bottle on the top
Combeferre - book with ‘moths’ on it
Courfeyrac - croissant/french stick (somehow bizarrely fitting, but I think she also wanted a good bread reference)
Jehan - flowers
Feuilly - fan
Bahorel - blood spatters
Joly - red bandage (and I guess the blood too)
Bossuet - broken windows
If you want details on how anything was done, please send me an ask!
In honor of Bastille Day! And I figured it was about time I finished this ink doodle that’s been sitting around for quite a while
No one mourns the wicked!
One of the many great things about Some Like It Hot is that it totally recognises what it’s like for women to be objectified. The first time you see Sugar, it’s that iconic pan-up jello-on-springs shot, where she is just The Object. But Jerry and Joe almost immediately learn what it’s like to be the object of sexual harassment. And Jerry, who here wants to be “a bull again”, by the end of the film has embraced his Daphne persona and realised that femininity isn’t just something to be either objectified or rejected.
tl;dr this film says more interesting things about gender and sexual politics than most media today.
You don’t know how much I love this movie.
There’s barely ever been a better film that tackles gender politics so well. The sad thing is that some 75 years later things really haven’t changed all that much.
All my life I’ve lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country. Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!