Try Army journalist as a job to complain about! Four junior enlisted soldiers had to produce a 32-page tabloid every Friday, working in a post HQ where few enlisted members were available to rake leaves or shovel snow, so we did that. Our soldierly duties (physical training!) interfered as well. I was awake at 5, in the office at 6:30, and back to the barracks at 10 most Mondays to Thursdays. We didn't have the option to quit, either--our Public Affairs Officer and the sergeant in charge were helpful with a three-day pass and a shift in roles or duties from time to time. I treasure the memories, but I didn't re-enlist. I was paid roughly $1500 per month. But--we went above and beyond, we were tabloid of the year while the four of us were together, and it helped to hear soldiers and their families tell us ours was the only post newspaper they ever wanted to read.
I really enjoyed this movie, mostly because it turned what I thought was a past problem of Wes Anderson movies (and many other movies, don’t get me wrong), that women are mostly treated as objects, not subjects of the plot. Many of them were from the distinct point of view of the male main character so this isn’t terribly odd. But in this movie this is turned on it’s head when the starlet (Johannson) and the nameless dead wife/actress (Robbie) have some of the most profound insights and importance in the movie. Also, the little girls, who are largely ignored and left to their own devices, have some of the most important emotional scenes and power (they leave their mother’s Tupperware buried at the motor lodge) to appease them. Meanwhile, the male lead is really too lost and confused to deliver these epiphanies. It’s an interesting turnabout. I think it’s because all these minor characters have amazingly important parts. It’s an astonishingly efficient movie, except the first act was slow. Thanks for the podcasts. Always enjoy them.
Asteroid City is a masterpiece. Thank you Alyssa.
Try Army journalist as a job to complain about! Four junior enlisted soldiers had to produce a 32-page tabloid every Friday, working in a post HQ where few enlisted members were available to rake leaves or shovel snow, so we did that. Our soldierly duties (physical training!) interfered as well. I was awake at 5, in the office at 6:30, and back to the barracks at 10 most Mondays to Thursdays. We didn't have the option to quit, either--our Public Affairs Officer and the sergeant in charge were helpful with a three-day pass and a shift in roles or duties from time to time. I treasure the memories, but I didn't re-enlist. I was paid roughly $1500 per month. But--we went above and beyond, we were tabloid of the year while the four of us were together, and it helped to hear soldiers and their families tell us ours was the only post newspaper they ever wanted to read.
I really enjoyed this movie, mostly because it turned what I thought was a past problem of Wes Anderson movies (and many other movies, don’t get me wrong), that women are mostly treated as objects, not subjects of the plot. Many of them were from the distinct point of view of the male main character so this isn’t terribly odd. But in this movie this is turned on it’s head when the starlet (Johannson) and the nameless dead wife/actress (Robbie) have some of the most profound insights and importance in the movie. Also, the little girls, who are largely ignored and left to their own devices, have some of the most important emotional scenes and power (they leave their mother’s Tupperware buried at the motor lodge) to appease them. Meanwhile, the male lead is really too lost and confused to deliver these epiphanies. It’s an interesting turnabout. I think it’s because all these minor characters have amazingly important parts. It’s an astonishingly efficient movie, except the first act was slow. Thanks for the podcasts. Always enjoy them.