New ITV sitcom Vicious (x)
*sounds of crying and wimpering*
So…..Ian McKellan stars in a show about a couple who have apparently been together since the ’60s and argue all the time.
How is the other guy not Patrick Stewart? That can’t be legal.
I can’t stop laughing because they are both holding the teacup
I remember some interview the two of them gave years ago, how it turned out that when they were baby actors in their 20s they both had ENORMOUS crushes on the other one, but were too shy/closeted at the time to say anything.
SO THIS IS BASICALLY THEM WRITING RPF FANFIC ABOUT THEMSELVES, OKAY, AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL
I want to see this.
[TW: rape culture]
And when we frame all women as being someone’s wife, mother or daughter, what are we teaching young girls?
We are teaching them that in order to have the law on their side, they need to be loved by men. That they need to make themselves attractive and appealing to men in order to be worthy of protection. That their lives and their bodily integrity are valueless except for how they relate to the men they know.
The truth is that I am someone’s wife. I am also someone’s mother. I am someone’s daughter, and someone’s sister. But those are not the things that define me, or make me valuable in this world. Those are not the reasons that I should be able to live a life free from rape, sexual assault or any kind of violent crime.
I have value because I am a person. Full stop. End of argument. This isn’t even a discussion that we should be having.
So please, let’s start teaching that fact to the young women in our lives. Teach them that you love, honour and value them because of who they are. Teach them that they should expect to be treated with integrity because it’s a basic human right. Teach them that they do not deserve to be raped because no one ever, ever, ever deserves to be raped.
Above all, teach them that they are people, too.
This post is soooo good at articulating why it’s so harmful to have to relate women to men through their relationships with men
Clark: I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD…
Bruce: Stop it.
Clark: SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDID!
Bruce: You promised.
Clark: TELL ME PRINCESS, WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART DECIDE?
Bruce: I was eight. It decided on justice.
Sympathy - A Nonpoem
Sometimes I experience something beautiful. Maybe I’m reading a secret happiness between people or maybe I’m watching someone struggle through heartbreak; whether sad or happy, the thing that connects with me is strength required to create a wonderful moment.
Sometimes I cry because I don’t know what else to do. There’s a part of me that thinks I’m being foolish; I’m not involved in the moment, I’m just on the periphery. Nonetheless I cry and I try to not let my shame get the better of me.
Sometimes I worry about myself. I’ve been too limited before. I’ve caused too much pain. I haven’t created enough happiness. I’m sitting around crying and not going out into the world to display my own capacity to bear tragedy or joy.
I am so full of myself. These moments - these wonderful, horrible moments - that make me cry and question my own contribution to humanity, are the spawn of interaction. I don’t know what it means to be someone else; but I can be taught to view the world a little differently.
At times, I can forget to let others in - I’m too busy being me - and I become annoyed or angry. At times, I help others for my own sake and not for their sake. At times, I get too wrapped up in the first person that I forget that there are other points of view.
I always love you for being you.