I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing
I find it really interesting that the historical men like Vincent Van Gogh, Winston Churchill and Richard Nixon portrayed in Moffat Who are always three dimensional and treated respectfully, while the historical women like Elizabeth the First and Nefertiti, are always love sick idiots drooling over the Doctor.
It almost seems like Moffat cannot take women seriously, even if they ruled nations.
I’m not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don’t prefer one “strain” to another.
I’d have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says “That’s
not like Frank!”, all to the good! I
don’t wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart—
you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
—frank o’hara, “my heart,”
Thank god for the A.V. Club, the only media outlet that has outright called bullshit on this so far.
And another really important quote:
Rape is a tricky thing to use as character development, for either the victim or the rapist; doing it twice raises a lot of red flags. It assumes that rape between characters doesn’t fundamentally change the rest of their story—and it assumes that the difference between consent and rape is, to use the parlance, a “blurred line.”
ME & MY FRIENDS:
wait oh my god I have an ongoing text thread with three of my close friends from high school and they were egging another one on to send a dick pic of her current guy she’s seeing and I come to the thread like 20 texts in and I was like wait no I don’t want that stop the cat pics are ok but no dick pics come on you guys.