There are a lot of memorable moments in Tarantino’s KILL BILL, but the most memorable for me is:
“Wiggle your big toe.”
Yes. I know Tarantino definitely has a foot fetish and isn’t necessarily the greatest dude. No shit. It’s not subtle. Also, I realize it’s probably a riff on a film I’m unaware of — I can’t watch ’em all, folks!
However, I love that he features a grounding technique so prevalently in an action film, and it’s something I think about constantly, despite definitely not having a foot fetish. (No shame in that as long as there is consent and understanding: I’m just stating!)
“Wiggle your big toe.”
Some days I just feel mentally incapacitated. I can barely summon the strength to even move in bed, much less get out of bed.
“Wiggle your big toe.”
Thinking of The Bride motivating herself stupidly helps. That struggle, the pain she’s gone through, the trauma. I can’t help but to relate to it, even if I haven’t lived through that exact sort of pain.
“Wiggle your big toe.”
All you need to do is convince yourself to commit to one small act, and then another, and another, and before you know it, you’re presenting as a functional adult for as long as you need to.
“Wiggle your big toe.”
I realize I’ve been spending a lot of time — perhaps too much time — writing about media as therapeutic means and I don’t love that about myself, but it really fucking helps; to watch, to realize what is a salve, a personal balm.
“Wiggle your big toe.”