The following is a text conversation, word for word, between me and a friend. Context: I’d become distracted by video clips on YouTube.
Me: YouTube has a siren song and i keep getting drawn in to clips. I just binged on Hobbit interview clips.
Me: Lee Pace is constantly slouching to be in the shot with his costars. And all you ever see of his legs are these massive thighs, because the rest go out of the frame. it’s ridiculous. he makes himself as small as possible, and I want to hug him and tell him to sit up straight.
Me: …i realize i notice the weirdest shit about actors. Tom’s* hands. Lee’s thighs. The list goes on.
Me: Does that just make me detail oriented? that’s what i delude myself with.
Me: Ok good. I have decided that if I ever get the opportunity to interview lee pace in a group with shorter humans, I’m making the wee ones sit on phone books so the poor man can sit straight.
Friend: That would be very nice of you.
Me: Hahaha, I’m so considerate.
Thus ends our conversation. It occurs to me now that the conversation implies I think Mr. Pace has thunder thighs. That is not my intention. You have beautiful thighs, Lee.
Happy New Year, my doves!