indigent mindset of belligerent silence

I am a grumpy college student studying in San Francisco and feeling quite at home. In a sense, this is the evolution of my mind put on display for the public.

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While Johansson’s first Marvel appearance in Iron Man 2 may have relied somewhat upon sex appeal, this was quickly nixed in favor of characterizing her as the most cerebral Avenger. Her most important scenes in The Avengers relied upon her intelligence and skills as a spy, to the extent that she even managed to outwit Loki, the God of Lies. At the end of the movie, she’s the one who closes the portal that let all the aliens into New York. Then in Winter Soldier she’s given second billing to Captain America, a meaty role that showcases a wide-ranging skillset that stretches far beyond just “kicking ass.” At no point during any of these movies does she seduce anyone, by the way.

Sadly, there’s very little sign of this character in the most easily accessible reviews of both The Avengers and Winter Soldier. Judging by the Guardian, WSJ, or New Yorker, Black Widow is more like a blow-up doll with a black belt. By their logic, if she’s wearing a tight outfit, then she must be a sexy ass-kicker, meaning that she must be the token female character, and therefore is little more than eye candy.

With that thought process in mind, it must make perfect sense to relegate Black Widow to a single sniggering comment about her catsuit, because obviously Scarlett Johansson is just there for decoration. And if you’ve read in the New York Times that Black Widow is a token female character, then chances are you’ll have internalized that opinion before you even buy a ticket. The feedback loop of misogynist preconceptions continues on, and in the end, we all lose out.

— Gavia Baker-Whitelaw, Every review of Black Widow in ‘Captain America’ is wrong (via fyeahmcublackwidow)

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softpyramid:

Stephen ShoreRoom 219, Florida, 1977

softpyramid:

Stephen Shore
Room 219, Florida,
1977

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there are few things better than when a ticket to see one of your favorite bands doesn’t cost more than $25 including the online fee

popthirdworld:

current mood.

popthirdworld:

current mood.

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i know that posting stuff like this on tumblr is like preaching to the choir

but

i just want to let everyone who doesn’t think feminism is still relevant know about the pair of drunk bros i encountered on muni on my way home tonight who were talking about how freaky redheads are in bed while blatantly leering at me.  i want you to know that i overheard one of them tell the other that i was too pale for them, and that i’d be hotter if i went outside every once in a while and got a tan.  i’d also like those same people who don’t think that feminism is important to know that when a woman politely told them that they were being rude (bless her), those two men told her that they weren’t talking to her and that she should mind her own fucking business.  when another man did the same thing and told them they needed to stop (bless him), they told him to chill out.  that they were just talking.  when i had finally had enough myself and told them to shut the fuck up and leave me alone, they immediately became defensive and blamed their behavior on the fact that i was wearing a dress.

the worst thing about tonight though is that it reminded me why i feel safer when i leave my house wearing rings on every finger of my dominant hand.  why when my dad first gave me a pocket knife i used to practice pulling the blade out until i got really good at doing it quickly, and why i tend to walk the few blocks between the bus stop and my front door with my keys in my hand every time i’m going home late at night, even when no one does as much as look at me on my way there, and even sometimes when i’m walking with someone that i know and trust.

i do not wear what i wear to be objectified.  

i am getting sick and tired of being treated like a second-class citizen.

I really relate to my character because we basically write exaggerated versions of ourselves. Most of the situations we portray in the show are things that have either happened to us or a friend, or at least something we can relate to in a big way…I think when we began doing this and brainstorming, we were both in this place of really yearning to create something for ourselves with our own distinct voices, and that’s where it came from. Us realizing that our dynamic as friends, and the stuff we talk about with each other was meaty material coming from an honest place. - Abbi Jacobson

And the deeper we go into the world of Broad City the further we get from being the characters. We’re still finding the show and the characters in it and who we are, like in reality, I guess all the time. As much as our real lives inform this project, the project informs us about who we are in our lives. - Ilana Glazer

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hello tumblr

oh, gosh, i don’t know how to phrase this question yet, it’s still a super abstract sort of thing so i’m going to be as basic as possible i think

who are some of your favorite atypical strong female characters in television and film, especially television?  both live action and animated?  atypical as in ones that are strong not because of traditionally masculine traits?  i’m looking more for sansa stark (as written about in this fucking amazing article) and skyler white types - generally, characters that are well-written and strong because of the use of traditionally female traits and not masculine ones

I am also thinking a lot about strong motherly characters, especially ones like Eva in We Need to Talk About Kevin and Ruth in Six Feet Under, and also women like April Wheeler in Revolutionary Road and Cindy from Blue Valentine

this is very abstract still, i am sorry

who are some of your favorite strong, feminine female characters???

today i changed the lighter in my case for the first time since, like, october maybe, and it reminded me of how much i love that stupid thing and made me want to start smoking as much as i used to just so i’d get to start using it every day again instead of basically just carrying it around in my pocket all the time
i found it in a thrift store i wasn’t even planning on going into that day right before they closed and spent like three dollars on it on impulse when i realized a case would keep people from stealing all my damn lighters all the damn time
it’s weird though, ever since i bought it i’ve never had to buy a new lighter, not even during times when i was letting my friends use it more frequently than i was using it myself.  i’d always find a bic on the street or one would wind up going unaccounted for at a party and i’d just nick it from a tabletop out of habit, using the numerous lighters i myself had lost at parties when they made the rounds as justification for the theft.  it always happened within a week or so of the lighter that was currently in my case going out, and it would inevitably never leave my bag.  And every time, without fail, I had that fucking bag with me when the lighter would stop lighting and i needed a replacement.  i’d just reach into my purse, pop the old one out and replace it with a new one as if it never happened.  for a long time, the only lighters i ever found were green.
i had a dream about that once.  i was sitting on a hill back home with the person who first took me there.  we were lying on the cool grass, stargazing and smoking cigarettes just like we had done hundreds of times before.  i was animatedly talking to him, and part way through i stopped talking with my hands in order to have another cigarette.  i pulled the pack out of my bag and took one out of the carton before offering my friend the pack, still telling my story.  he took it as i went to light my cigarette.  my lighter wouldn’t light.  i kept striking it as hard as i could, but it was completely out of fuel.  passively frustrated, i’d kept talking as i went and looked in my bag for a back up lighter, but i couldn’t find one.  i stopped talking.  there had to be one in there.  there was always, without fail, a fresh lighter to take the place of the old one somewhere in my bag.  but not this time.  it wasn’t working and i couldn’t light my own cigarette.  once that sunk in, i realized that i was dreaming and woke up.
i am convinced that this case is my totem

today i changed the lighter in my case for the first time since, like, october maybe, and it reminded me of how much i love that stupid thing and made me want to start smoking as much as i used to just so i’d get to start using it every day again instead of basically just carrying it around in my pocket all the time

i found it in a thrift store i wasn’t even planning on going into that day right before they closed and spent like three dollars on it on impulse when i realized a case would keep people from stealing all my damn lighters all the damn time

it’s weird though, ever since i bought it i’ve never had to buy a new lighter, not even during times when i was letting my friends use it more frequently than i was using it myself.  i’d always find a bic on the street or one would wind up going unaccounted for at a party and i’d just nick it from a tabletop out of habit, using the numerous lighters i myself had lost at parties when they made the rounds as justification for the theft.  it always happened within a week or so of the lighter that was currently in my case going out, and it would inevitably never leave my bag.  And every time, without fail, I had that fucking bag with me when the lighter would stop lighting and i needed a replacement.  i’d just reach into my purse, pop the old one out and replace it with a new one as if it never happened.  for a long time, the only lighters i ever found were green.

i had a dream about that once.  i was sitting on a hill back home with the person who first took me there.  we were lying on the cool grass, stargazing and smoking cigarettes just like we had done hundreds of times before.  i was animatedly talking to him, and part way through i stopped talking with my hands in order to have another cigarette.  i pulled the pack out of my bag and took one out of the carton before offering my friend the pack, still telling my story.  he took it as i went to light my cigarette.  my lighter wouldn’t light.  i kept striking it as hard as i could, but it was completely out of fuel.  passively frustrated, i’d kept talking as i went and looked in my bag for a back up lighter, but i couldn’t find one.  i stopped talking.  there had to be one in there.  there was always, without fail, a fresh lighter to take the place of the old one somewhere in my bag.  but not this time.  it wasn’t working and i couldn’t light my own cigarette.  once that sunk in, i realized that i was dreaming and woke up.

i am convinced that this case is my totem