Mary Elizabeth Winstead was at a thing for the Golden Globes sort of last night. It seems to be more a party about hey, awards season is on the way.  That’s a thing I usually feel like celebrating as well but truth be told I have mainly listened to pop songs about heartbreak the past few days and I realize why, it’s because my country has largely broken my heart.  You know there are flaws in anything you love but it’s hard when those flaws rear their ugly head and reveal themselves to be more significant than you ever imagined.  It is hard because you don’t really want to believe there is that much racism, that much misogyny. But there is.  And it shouldn’t surprise me.  But this post is me trying to move on and quit dwelling, it will accomplish nothing and the world will go on.  Mary Elizabeth Winstead will continue to go to awards shows and the world will persist.  I will continue to do what I can and I will continue to exist.  There will be awards and movies and red carpets and those things will bring me joy.  I won’t forget the way this burns but you shouldn’t, it’s the only way you grow as a person, you suffer your heartbreaks, you put your heart back together and you move forward wiser and stronger and armed with the knowledge of how much it hurts and how you will never do that to someone if you can help it.  So I am doing that, I am resolved and for some reason seeing Mary Elizabeth Winstead helped me there so today I want to fuck Mary Elizabeth Winstead.