Author: kirkwallhellmouth

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dmann-rjm:

BEST ENJOYED WITH HEADPHONES

LEFT EAR: Mandarin version.

RIGHT EAR: English version.

It appeared right under Shepard boxing with Vega gifs on my dash. Hypnotizing. XD

This is one of those things that is epic to the point that I am misty-eyed from the sheer awesome.

In fact, the problem isn’t their sex; the problem is their portrayal as sex objects. Objects aren’t convincing protagonists. Subjects act while objects are acted upon, so reducing a woman action hero to an object, even sporadically, diminishes her ability to believably carry a storyline.

Caroline Heldman in “The Hunger Games, Hollywood, and Fighting Fucktoys.”

Interesting blog post. I thought this explanation of why female super hero movies (the author uses the more general action, but two out of three of the examples are “super hero” types; female super heroes also get this treatment more often and more obviously than non “super hero” action hero ladies) made sense.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” – W.B. Yeats