I figured I'd start up a non-IC tumblr thingamabob, for my random arts/thoughts/rebloggings.
I want to write an alternative version of Romeo and Juliet where instead of being a little ponce and trying to work things out for himself, Romeo asks his smarter friends what to do about the whole thing and Benvolio and Mercutio come up with the world’s greatest plan:
Marriage of convenience between Juliet and Mercutio.
Think about it.
Juliet’s parents want her to marry into the Prince’s family. Mercutio is a good compromise between no marriage and Paris.
Mercutio probably won’t get his inheritance if he keeps being HELLA FUCKING GAY ALL OVER THE PLACE so a beard is only a benefit to him.
They would probably get along great rolling their eyes at how adorably stupid Romeo is.
Romeo and Benvolio could get a “bachelor pad” right next to Juliet and Mercutio’s house. Every night, Romeo and Mercutio high five as they hop the fence to go bang their one true love.
The second half of the play is just all of them trying to keep up the charade and being “THIS CLOSE” to getting caught all the time. But everything ends nicely because true love conquers all.
Everybody wins. Nobody dies.
do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?
This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.
^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.
In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.
It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.
I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.
“NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.
“AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.
Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.
same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM
when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,
and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.
so of course i came back with
moving out of the way for them as i walked.
he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.
i find this really fascinating because this actually what defines so-called masculine and feminine traits and gestures. the whole limp-wrist thing? that’s someone decreasing the amount of space they take up by not extending their arm fully. same with crossing one’s legs, how it’s considered more masculine to swing your shoulders when you walk creating a wider gait instead of your hips, how someone who holds their elbows tightly into their torso instead of letting them fall more loosely at their sides is considered feminine.
taking up space is not just a frequent habit of males in our culture, its actually how society thinks masculinity is supposed to be expressed.
It’s also why you can seriously freak people out if you’re a woman by sitting back in your chair and draping your arm over the backrest of the one beside it.
It’s claiming space, and more importantly, it’s powerful body language. In primates (including humans), the individual that “opens” its chest—that is, leaves it open to attack—is the most dominant of them, precisely because it shows a confidence that no one WILL attack you.
Look at someone who’s comfortable vs someone who’s uncomfortable—the uncomfortable person will inevitably cross their arms or cover their chest to in an instinct to protect the thoracic cavity.
So, when you want to look HELLA confident, open up your chest and make direct eye contact. It feels weird (for women!) at first, but it’s the fastest way to freak a dude out. They genuinely do not know what to do when a woman displays behaviour they recognize as confident.
This was interesting. Literally never thought about it before.
fun fact: in my country, the whole “legs wide open” doesn’t happen with most men because they are taught respect for other people.
I’ve seen it on the train—very few men do it, most of them take up only as much space as they need to… except for, wait for it—obviously rich young guys and middle-aged assertive looking men. The entitled and the machismo.
Make these kinds of guys learn common courtesy if you have to force it into their heads.
On my bus, there are the guys I REALLY dread, the ones who will sit in front of you and stick their arms behind the seat, or jab their elbows back, or lean their heads way back in a way that defies physics so that when the bus stops and you lean forward, you have to catch yourself and push back to avoid hitting their big immovable heads.
Guys who sit on the aisle with their bags on the seat next to them and don’t look up from their phones while you look for a seat, and if the bus is empty that’s fine, but when it’s super crowded, dude. (that one’s not just guys on my bus, honestly, but it’s twice as many men as women who do it).
Guys who put their feet up on the seats and out into the aisle.
This may well have been addressed in posts I didn’t see: one thing that always strikes me when any kind of ‘fake nerd girl’ discussion happens, be it comics or games or cosplaying or whatever, there are two ways that the women in question are denied authenticity, and I see one talked about much more than the other.
If you’re thin, conventionally attractive, and feminine-presenting, then you’re a — to use the most common example — a fake gamer girl. Your gaming is the thing about you that can’t be real.
If you aren’t thin, conventionally attractive, and/or feminine-presenting, then your point of destruction becomes that you’re a fake gamer girl. Which is a different, yet equally toxic, way of thinking.
I’ve been a nerd my entire life and I’ve never, not once, been accused of being a fake nerd, because my status as an unfuckable ugmo has eliminated me from the ‘girl’ category and therefore it’s not an issue.
Destroying sexism in nerd circles can’t just be about getting boys to accept that cute girls play games and read comics; it has to be about educating them that women — all women, not just the ones they want to fuck — are human beings, just like they are, with as diverse a range of bodies and interests.
(and, as a corollary — the thing you dislike about fedora/brony/nice guy dudes should not be that they have bad skin and double chins and bad fashion sense and that they aren’t attractive, because when you do that you throw a lot of nerd girls under the bus and that’s really uncool k)
“Autistic Inertia is basically a state of wanting or needing to do something, but being completely unable to do it, almost like a paralysis.”
I AM INTENSELY FEELINHG THIS SO FUCKING HARD THIS IS AN INTENSE FEEL THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH
nice to have a name for it.
Neuroatypical Newt being told in the academy that the likelihood of his being able to drift with anyone is very low. Neuroatypical Hermann having a medical exemption anyway and keeping the rest a tightly-kept secret (bad enough to know people see him as crippled, he thinks, and he couldn't bear to be called 'crazy' on top of it). Newt and Hermann drifting to save the works because no one else can, and discovering that their brains mesh easily and that they aren't so alone.
oops I’m having Important Feels
well she just crawled up onto my head. hoping she doesn’t decide to poo up there!