Harris O’Malley insists that our understanding of masculinity today is a bubbling stew of misunderstandings, ignorance and anxieties.
No, no and no. REBLOG this please, this shouldn’t be allowed and we need to spread the word to everybody about this injustice!
The actual news article: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2726219/Yasmin-Thomas-victim-disgusted-walked-free.html
I’m a feminist, and I agree that this is not right. Yasmin Thomas should receive more time for her actions. I really just want to punch that smug grin off her face!
This might be an issue of classism, though. It appears as if she’s loaded with money, and might be using her wealth in order to get away with her abusive behaviour.
Anyway, here’s to hoping that Ronnie Lee gets better soon.
Part of being a Feminist is agreeing that it’s unfair for a woman to attack a man and have it be okay. Men are allowed to be victims of assault by women. I loathe when people say “oh, you’re a feminist? So you think I can punch a woman?” No, I don’t think anyone should punch anyone obviously. *gets off soapbox*
I agree with the above posters
can we talk about the fact that this is her 18th conviction of assault and she still hasn’t done time what the fuck
- Sparks: I'm ... from Earth.
- Folksy Hal: With the help of his Martian companion, Croach the Tracker.
- Croach: I ... am from G'loot Praktaw.
- Sparks: ... Mars.
- Folksy Hal: And the vigilante born of humans and raised by Martians: The Red Plains Rider.
- Red: I'm from G’loot Praktaw too.
- Croach: Ah ha, two against one!
- Sparks: Don't care, Mars.
It’s no coincidence that the central survivors at the end of the film aren’t tough white male patriarchs like Wilford or Curtis, but are Yona and Timmy: the polar opposites of the ruling classes who took charge of the train 17 years ago. Curtis is simultaneously a messianic cliche and a takedown of white saviour heroes, because the most important thing he does in the end is kill himself in order to save future generations from more of the same old bullshit.
He is a product of the train — in fact, the film makes sure to point out that Curtis can’t remember life before he was onboard — and as a result, he’s an asshole. He’s a brutal killer, and he has no qualms about meting out petty punishments like making Mason eat a cockroach bar while everyone else has sushi. The difference is that unlike Wilford and Gilliam, he recognises that he’s been corrupted by his surroundings. His drive for vengeance and power is the tool that frees people who otherwise might never have escaped: Yona and Timmy, the two great innocents of the movie. But if he’d survived as well, he probably would have turned into another Wilford.
it is so important to me that a korean girl and a little black boy are the final survivors and representation of the innocent in this film - Yona in a fashion that isn’t fetishizing or infantilizing or robbing her of agency, Timmy at all in defiance of society robbing black children of their childhood by assuming that they have no innocence at all and aren’t worth protecting
It’s implying the beastial nature and animal strength of the minorities… the very things that made them bad train dwellers (look for that reference throughout the movie. Animals vs. human. Civilization vs. savagery.) It’s also worthy to note that the same people who ‘survived’ the whiteapocalypse, only did so because the white Jesus figure sacrificed his life for them.
It’s the same bullshit ‘noble savage’ white guilt crap.
It’s not empowering.
It’s not fighting the status quo.
Snowpiercer is the same old message wrapped up in a sneaky new package.
I’M JUST ASKING BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND! IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU’RE USING THE WORD FEELS WHEN YOU MEAN TO SAY FEELINGS!
I AM! THAT’S WHAT I DO NOW! AND I’M HAVING A TON OF NEGATIVE FEELS ABOUT YOUR TONE POLICING MY EXPRESSIONS! ONLY MEMBERS OF MY HEADCANON CAN DO THAT!
YOUR WHAT? WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU SPEAKING?
STUFF IT, DOUCHETWINKLE! YOU’RE JUST TOO OLD TO UNDERSTAND THAT FEELS ARE A CRYPTOCURRENCY THAT CAN BE REDEEMED FOR SOCIAL ACCEPTANCE WITHIN FANDOMS! LIKE BITCOIN FOR YOUR HEART!
TOO OLD? WE’RE THE EXACT SAME AGE! AND WHAT THE HELL IS A FANDOM?
YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
I NEVER SAID I WAS!
Never forget that Ami tricked her classmate who couldn’t read English into thinking the lyrics to “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins were important space engineering documents.
I called bullshit. I pulled up the episode.
It’s real. Jesus fucking christ it’s real Kenny Loggins is in Sailor Moon what the actual shit.
- Society: DONT HAVE SEX. IF YOU DO THE SEX THEN TH DEATH WILL GET YOU. ABSTINENCE. NEVER THE PPEEPEES TOUCHING.
- Asexual: I don't like sex.
- Society: WHAT THE FuCK IS WROnG WITH YOU??? """"DONT LIKE SEX"""???? HOW?? SEX IS A BASIC HUMAN NEED. EVERYONE DOES THE SEX.
when snape realizes he’s dying he doesn’t care, in fact he’s happy because he knows in just a moment he’ll see lily again
but to his great dismay he’s greeted instead by none other than james potter
who promptly envelopes him in an awkward but genuine hug and says with a hoarse voice, “thank you for taking care of my son”
Oh, no, no, no…. Let’s do this the right way:
Snape opened his eyes. Everything was bright… eye-searingly white. There was a movement to his left… he squinted, trying to see through the sudden brightness… Was that…? After everything, would he finally be reunited with her..?
His eyes adjusted, showing the slim, dark form of a young man. Snape blinked as he recognized him. “…Potter?”
James lashed out with a sudden right, catching Snape on the nose. There was a crunching sound and a sudden burst of pain. “Snivellus…” growled James, twisting his arm painfully. “Welcome to forever…”
James shifted his weight, throwing Snape face-first into the ground. His bleeding nose exploded into pain as Snape smashed into the ground. James followed up with a series of kicks to his side.
"But" Snape groaned out as the air was forced out of him "I saved him!"
James bent down and pulled Snapes greasy hair, bending his head back far enough that he could hardly breathe. Into his ear James gently said “I honestly don’t care. You made him suffer and frankly, I never liked you. I did enjoy making you suffer… and now I have forever and forever and forever to do that…” James released Snapes hair, making his head bounce painfully off the ground again.
There was a moment of peace, then Snape heard that dreaded charm. “Leviosa”. He scrabbled on the smooth ground as he began to float upwards, head down.
And somewhere, somewhere he could hear laughter. All the kids laughing as he bled and hung upside down in humiliation. Then it got worse. Just as on that day, that terrible, terrible day, he could hear *her* laughter. The one person who made his life a little less terrible, the one person he thought he could call ‘friend’, enjoying his suffering.
As Snape was swung through stomach-wrenching turns and gyrations, he closed his eyes. The things they would do to his body, the petty insults to whatever flesh he had in this place… was nothing to the pain inside… the one that drove him to do things that sane men would never do. He closed his eyes and wished his spirit to die, his soul to turn to ash, his mind to simply cease.
James Potter, demonic tormentor, laughed and flung Snape skyward again.