Since doing just one type of meme is boring let’s do a bunch! Leave something (movie, book, show, whatever you like) in my ask box and it will somehow get remixed, whether it be AU, genderswap, recast, genreswap, something else that strikes inspiration! YAY MEMES!
- A movie you’ve seen most times in cinema.
- Your most rewatched movie.
- A movie you quote on a daily basis.
- Favorite movie soundtrack.
- Top 5 films of your favorite actor and actress.
- Top 5 performances of your favorite actor and actress.
- A movie storyline you wish you had actually lived.
- A movie that reminds you of your mom.
- A movie that reminds you of your dad.
- Favorite movies from your childhood.
- Favorite quote(s).
- Top 5 favorite female performances.
- Top 5 favorite male performances.
- Favorite year for movies.
- Your favorite movies from [insert year].
- Favorite [insert actor/actress/director] movies?
- List all you’ve seen from [insert actor/actress/director].
- An underrated actor.
- An underrated actress.
- An underrated director.
- An overrated actor.
- An overrated actress.
- An overrated director.
- A film you wish you had seen on the big screen.
- A movie you’ve seen that you think no one else’s here will have heard of?
- Favorite movie characters.
- A film that was better than the book.
- Best remake.
- Your first favorite actor.
- Your first favorite actress.
- Favorite animated film.
- Your most anticipated films.
- Last movie you were disappointed with.
- Last movie that surpassed your expectations.
- Actor in need of new agent.
- Actress in need of new agent.
- Share an unpopular film opinion you have.
- Favorite Oscar win/speech.
- Biggest Oscar snub(s).
- Who do you think is overdue for another nomination/win?
- How many movies have you seen (rough estimation, of course)?
- A movie that made you go ‘wtf was that’.
- A film that scarred you.
- Most movies watched in a single day.
- A film that always makes you cry.
- A film that always makes you laugh.
- Movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites).
- A movie that took you a couple of viewings to appreciate.
- A book you want to see adapted to the big screen.
- A book you really, really, really don’t want to see made into a film.
- Favorite child performance.
- Favorite pre-code.
- Favorite silent film.
- Favorite coming of age film.
- Favorite superhero film.
- Best cinematography.
- Movies you know you should watch but you can’t bring yourself to do it?
- Favorite genres.
- Least favorite genres.
- Biggest movie pet peeve.
You are insisting that the University of Texas at Austin denied your application for undergraduate admission because they were required to fulfill a federal diversity quota, which subjected you to bias. In blaming affirmative action for that denial letter, you are disregarding your responsibility as a college applicant. It is much easier to fault affirmative action than to hold up a mirror and see that you just weren’t qualified.
You told The New York Times that attending UT had been your dream since the second grade, so before submitting an application, you had to be aware of the admissions requirements. You knew that the institution automatically accepts the top 10 percentile from every high school in Texas and that the average SAT score is in the 1200s. It is common knowledge that UT is one of the most prestigious institutions in the United States, so it is challenging to be gain admission.
Before securing those letters of recommendation and forking over that expensive application fee, you knew that despite your legacy as the child of UT graduates, a spot on the coveted honor roll and a lifelong affair with the cello that admission wasn’t guaranteed.
In blaming affirmative action for that denial letter, you have failed to mention that you graduated number 82 in a class of 674 with a 3.59 grade point average on a 4.0 scale, which alienated you from the automatic admissions bunch. You conveniently omit that you scored an 1180 on your SAT, which is way below UT’s average, so that automatically diminished your chances of being accepted.
You suffer from selective amnesia, Abigail. You are aware that the University of Texas at Austin uses two indexes, the Academic and the Personal Achievement, to determine admission for students. You know that the Academic Index combines grades and standardized test scores while the Personal Achievement Index considers the submitted essays along with extracurricular activities and special circumstance (which can include race). You have been told that these two scores are combined and plotted on a graph and that everyone above a certain combined score is admitted while everyone below is rejected.
This leads to one conclusion: Affirmative action is not the issue. Now, before you attempt to bash me as another black woman benefiting from federal mandates, let me clarify: I scored a 1680 on the SAT and I was accepted into every undergraduate institution that I applied to. I graduated from Bennett College Summa Cum Laude and valedictorian with a 4.0 grade point average and I’m on a full ride merit-based fellowship for graduate school.
From academic to academic, it’s time to wake up and smell the ashes Abigail. You were not accepted into the University of Texas at Austin because you’re white. You were not qualified. But of course because African-Americans students were chosen for admittance and you were not, it must be reverse racism in the form of affirmative action.
I’ve seen this time and time again. It is owed to the prevalence of white privilege, which leads to unwarranted entitlement. You do know what white privilege is, right?
“So, I didn’t lose you to Chuck, I lost you to the idea of Chuck? At some point in the hopefully not too distant future, maybe? Blair, you had someone who loved you unconditionally, treated you right and wanted to be with you every day and then you threw that all away to let Chuck Bass decide when he’s ready for you? You think you two have an epic love, but all you have are excuses.”
“Once more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
Five Years in the Making Challenge: Scene 1/10