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Angelina's leg won best Oscar for everything last nite but here at VillaVulvaDiva we've been casting our own shadows on the movie-goer lightness. If you ask us, the Aca-duh-my Awards were nothing less than a good reason to dress up and no1 on that rug had watched the nominees more thoroughly than we did.
CONGRATUL8IONS TREE OF LIFEfor winning the Personal BabySkinGlove 2012 Aca-duh-my Award for best everything ever.
Never before has a film been our everything aesthetic. Shame on you Oscar for not leaping into Malick's arms. From creation to destruction, we're not the only ones with the
cosmos on our minds it seems. Our Bulgarian chapter (after finishing her term in a convent at the completion of this movie) sent us a beautifully enlightened revewe.
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Tree of Life would also be a meditation on the sublime in terms of eternal life force as it is connected with natural cycles: think that the family in Waco is just a microcosm of life force as manifest in a family unit, and the various directions in which humans, as opposed to other creatures, can embrace their existence (there, humanity: ie, nature vs grace.) Nature would be the way of the father (Brad), succumbing to jealousy, violence, irrationality of human emotion, failed ambition, human creation: music, art, etc., inability to show love because of awkwardness. Sean Penn took after his father as a boy in his inability to grow up gracefully, but struggled with the different phases of boyhood into manhood. The Mother-- a classic emblem of Pre-Raphaelite meticulous obsession with nature (i.e. "love ever leaf, etc")-- and Romanticism, through representations of her communion with nature, and sometimes metaphysical qualities: the way of "Grace," meaning allowing the trials of human existence to enter her life without objection but still with emotion, since she is a human. But in the end she says "I give my son to you" meaning to God, which is her Grace. The film goes through the creation of the universe and cosmos from celestial bodies to the big bang, to the development of plant and oceanic life, to dinosaurs, to us and ends with the meeting of souls on the shores of eternity after death. So we as humans are shown as creatures that developed from a linear (if not random) series of events, but the film implies these events were nonetheless determined by God, or at least are a part of our own spirituality, since they imply our origin, and our souls as capable of entering a metaphysical sphere post mortem. Other meditations on growing up, distractions that take us on a variety of life paths, our limited ability to choose those paths, the interconnection not only of family members but of all individuals (having all originated from the same life force), and culture as a human creation, antithetical to grace, but very much a determiner in the course of our brief lives. Don't know if that was anything you had not already thought of. I will find some articles for you.
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Let's just say that this amazing piece of visual history 4gives all of Brangelina's ego quests for procreating proficiently. May you walk with weightlessness and grace for the rest of the Februarys.
Never before has a film been our everything aesthetic. Shame on you Oscar for not leaping into Malick's arms. From creation to destruction, we're not the only ones with the cosmos on our minds it seems. Our Bulgarian chapter (after finishing her term in a convent at the completion of this movie) sent us a beautifully enlightened revewe. 
Giant paper mache heads aren't the only thing filling up the basement at the moment... prepare yourself 4 a major #trend boygirls. B4 I unveil, let me remind you that 2012 is the year of fearlessness, a year to embrace the risk, so get ready to embrace the BabySkinGlove form of 
After a groundbreaking birth of our dear niece, 37 year old Lil Baby, and the continuous eye we've been keeping on the 90s slash LA, it wasn't long before we unearthed this little gem of internet stalking, Peggy Noland. Emails exploding with hearts pending. Even Madonna got in on the action during that game thing this weekend:
As we puppy piled in gr8 mdma induced anticip8ion 4 the big homoerotic fest of pop last night, we couldn't help but wet the bed. In case you missed it, scroll down for the full Church o Madonna experience to indulge in&&& is it just me or is MIA and her gum chewing the spookiest sexiest thing to happen to my libido this close to Valentines Day?
