Why can’t there be a male hooter’s equivalent where male servers are shirtless and highly sexualized for their bodies and looks
Male Strip clubs. You’re thinking of male strip clubs.
No. Not a male strip club. A strip club is a strip…
Mulan loved my Mulan pen!
She said, “I love things that have my face on it.”
Wow, Mulan, conceited much ;). Seems like you may have been spending some time with Gaston!
SHOOTS LIKE MULAN
WEARS MEN’S SUITS LIKE MULAN!
THINKS FAST AND KICKS ASS ON A ROOF LIKE MULAN
MULAN: “I USE AVALANCHES IN ALL OF MY BATTLE SCHEMIIIING!”
NOT QUITE A GUY, THAT MULAN!
WHEN I WAS A GIRL I DRANK 3 CUPS OF TEA
EVERY MORNING TO HELP ME GROW STRONG
NOW I’VE GROWN UP I DRINK FIVE CUPS OF TEA
AND I DEFEATED THE KING OF THE HUUUUUUUNS
This is the best thing ever.
*turns on adorable animal feeds and gives you soft pillows and blankets*
This scene was actually when I went from feeling more or less neutral on Joan to actively disliking her.
Because wow, that was patronizing.
I loved that scene in Elementary.
1) Firstly, because it immediately deconstructs the “hero throws and breaks something in frustration” cliche (Sherlock throwing a glass slide in HoB, anyone?) it might even be seen as a parody of that cliche.
2) Secondly, because the dynamic is different between a man and a woman than it would be between two women or two men, the visual of a man smashing something in a temper in front of a woman can be taken as threatening or borderline abusive. Joan Watson immediately shows that she is not intimidated by Holmes’ behavior.
3) Lastly? One of the running themes of Elementary is the deconstruction of Sherlock Holmes as the solitary, antisocial genius, and his becoming a member of a community. Holmes’ gifts are given their due respect, but no one in Elementary plays the game of Because Sherlock Holmes is a Bloody Genius He Can Do Whatever He Wants So There. When Sherlock goes after Moriarty (“M”), Captain Gregson suspends him. When Sherlock doesn’t want to talk about his addiction, Alfredo says “You’ve got to get over yourself.” And when Sherlock behaves like a spoiled child, Joan tells him “Use your words.”
You see Joan patronizing Sherlock. I see a member of Sherlock’s community teaching him how to behave like an adult member of that community.
It’s an okc’er who I made plans with to meet up and he’s being a douche canoe about my being asexual.
I appreciate your willingness to be a dragon.
I love you too, my darling. I just hate that I feel so out of step. :/
And all I want to do is run and hide somewhere.
I’m going to try to come. And face squishies you ARE cute, and if someone has to be an asshole to communicate this I will have to hisses unintelligibly to them.
I hope to see you. :)
*scream of frustration*
Why is not wanting to sleep with someone a bad thing?
I swear to the deities on high, this dude is TRYING to piss me off.
I need feminism because “Who hired a stripper” shouldn’t be the first thing said to me when I walk into a welding job.
women in trades are treated like such fucking shit.
NO I’M STILL STUCK ON THIS WHY WOULD ANYONE SAY THIS TO A WOMAN HOLDING A BLOWTORCH
Did he hesitate?
#looking down and to the right is associated with emotional responses tied to memory and a person’s concentration on their internal dialogue #so this is probably the first time the winter soldier’s heard bucky barnes’ voice in his head in nearly seventy years #(⊙ ‿ ⊙ ✿) #i’ll never be happy again
I have a few questions for the straight men out there:
When did “no” become “try harder to change my mind”?
When did “I’m not interested” become an invitation for you to describe how you would violate me against my will?
How the hell does “I am not attracted to you, end of story” become a scenario in which I MUST justify how I feel, or don’t feel?
Why do I have to say no forty three times (I counted) before you start to understand I don’t want to sleep with you?
To the man whom I want to punch:
Yes, I enjoy spending time with you. Or at least, I did.
Yes, I have a boyfriend. Does that stop me from hanging out with friends? No. But you have forcibly removed yourself from my social circle. You’re past Andromeda in the galaxy of my affections-platonic or otherwise.
I am not a Rubik’s Cube. I’m not some fucking puzzle that you twist one way, turn another; you don’t get to try and ‘solve’ me. There isn’t a magic button that you can hit that’ll make my legs fall open to you.
I explained repeatedly that I don’t like having sex with people I barely know. I don’t even really like having sex. What the fuck gives you the right to try and make me feel small because I don’t want a ride on your mighty, magical, apparently sexual-being-making, cock?
You can shut ALL THE WAY up.
You can go straight to fuck-if-I-care-where-you-are-ville.
You can go. I no longer have need of your harassment, your belittling, your mockery and sneering amusement.
Good day, sir.
Vehlmann and Keracoest is one of my favorite comic teams of all time. Everything they do is GOLD. It’s pretty rare that French comics get an English version. Super rare. You guys get about 0.02% of what we produce. but everything in that 0.02% is amazing. So, yes, read Beautiful Darkness. It will knock your socks off and lead you to questioning your humanity. For reals.