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But, seriously saying a female character actually doesn’t exist (and I get it’s just a phrase, yeah) when discussing how said female character is underwritten, let me be clear: you are contributing to the problem.
July 2011
21 posts
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I believe I’ll be closing down this blog, not least because I’ve taken a rather high dosage of sleeping pills and chased it with a slug of vermouth.
Thank you, everybody, for everything you’ve done for me!
(Queue will still go for a while, though.)
Hey, please, please, please talk to somebody. Call a hotline, IM a stranger, tell a family member, talk to anybody about anything. Just keep talking. I’ve seen you all over tumblr. I remember you from my livejournal days. I don’t even know you, and I feel like I know you. If you made an impact on me, imagine how many others have a little place of you in their hearts and minds and know that you are much less alone than you might think.
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Let her be bored. Let her have long afternoons with absolutely nothing to do. Limit her TV-watching time and her internet-playing time and take away her cell phone. Give her a whole summer of lazy mornings and dreamy afternoons. Make sure she has a library card and a comfy corner where she can curl up with a book.
Give her a notebook and five bucks so she can pick out a great pen. Insist she spend time with the family. It’s even better if this time is spent in another state, a cabin in the woods, a cottage on the lake, far from her friends and people her own age. Give her some tedious chores to do. Make her mow the lawn, do the dishes by hand, paint the garage. Make her go on long walks with you and tell her you just want to listen to the sounds of the neighborhood.
Let her be lonely. Let her believe that no one in the world truly understands her. Give her the freedom to fall in love with the wrong person, to lose her heart, to have it smashed and abused and broken. Occasionally be too busy to listen, be distracted by other things, have your nose in a great book, be gone with your own friends. Let her have secrets
” —Make Your Kid A Writer (via Ta-Nehisi Coates)
What the fuck is this? What if she doesn’t want to write or be alone, or doesn’t like reading and would rather play or go outside or something? This is fixated on female suffering in a really weird/creepy way. Like god, I love books and I would not do this to my kid this is horrible.
(via theloveontop)
…. what the fuck is this. “Let her be lonely. Let her believe that no one in the world truly understands her.” WHAT. That is horrible.
THROW A FANDOM IN MY ASK AND I WILL TELL YOU:
- Favorite Character:
- Least Favorite Character:
- Prettiest Character:
- Character I Wanna Marry:
- Character I Wanna Be Best Friends With:
- Favorite Pairing:
- Favorite Episode/issue/etc:
- Unpopular Opinion:
Help me break out of the foul mood I am in, tumblr! (Please lay aside for now how regularly I have spurned your ask meme responses in the past.) fandoms / ask
Mona <3
“Oh, I think Luna, probably, by the end, I think Luna Lovegood, definitely. Ultimately in this one it’s probably going to be Cho Chang, but um, in the fifth book, we all know that goes horribly wrong, so you know, I think ultimately Luna Lovegood would be my prediction.”
—Daniel Radcliffe at the Goblet of Fire London premiere, when asked the question ‘Who do you think Harry will end up with?’ (via wednesdaydreams)
“As Harry Potter was the only other thing I was passionate about, the doctors gave consent for me to leave the hospital and collect the fifth Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, from the local book shop. I was so ecstatic to have the book and excited to begin reading it, but there was never any hint of your imminent arrival and the way you would change my life so drastically. Luna, you instantly captivated me. I didn’t know why but there was something about you with your upside-down magazine, straggly blonde hair, and the honest, abashed way you stared at people without blinking that fascinated and perplexed me at once. You laughed hysterically at one of Ron’s quips and didn’t stop to excuse yourself and feel ashamed when it became clear that everyone found you strange. Throughout the book, I found myself waiting for your brief appearances and wanting to know more about you and why you were the way you were. You baffled me, not because you were odd (though indeed you were), but because you were… perfect. But it was a different kind of perfect to the perfectly thin, smiling magazine girls I simultaneously idolised and reviled. It was the way you carried your oddness like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t market your oddness as your defining feature the way some insecure teenagers do, in guise of confidence and security. And nor were you oblivious to the awkward and uncomfortable feelings your oddness provoked in others. When, unable to comprehend how you wore your oddness so honestly and unashamedly, your peers reverted to mockery and bullying, you recognised this as a reflection of their own deep-seated insecurity and calmly let them carry on, quite above your head. You weren’t trying hard to present a certain aspect of yourself that would boldly identify you in the world. And that’s when it occurred to me how bizarre and positively ridiculous it was to apply the word “weird” to describe you, when you represented the most natural and unpretentious state possible to be; you were yourself.”
—Evanna Lynch, in part of her Dear Mr. Potter letter, where she describes first reading about Luna while in a recovery programme for anorexia (via holymotherofhnng)
