Jayne from Nottingham.

Thirty-something.

Fandoms include: The Hobbit / LOTR, Star Trek, Sherlock, MCU, Doctor Who, Supernatural, The Almighty Johnsons.

I post quite a bit of Art and Theatre-related stuff.

Mostly I post whatever grabs my attention.

LMTheatre Admin.

 

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, The Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

Elizabeth Bear - My Least Favorite Trope (via feministquotes)

All of this is typical girl-fear. Once you realize that The Exorcist is, essentially, the story of a 12-year-old who starts cussing, masturbating, and disobeying her mother—in other words, going through puberty—it becomes apparent to the feminist-minded viewer why two adult men are called in to slap her around for much of the third act. People are convinced that something spooky is going on with girls; that, once they reach a certain age, they lose their adorable innocence and start tapping into something powerful and forbidden. Little girls are sugar and spice, but women are just plain scary. And the moment a girl becomes a woman is the moment you fear her most. Which explains why the culture keeps telling this story.

Rookie, The Season of the Witch

For readings on the correlation in horror between puberty and the monstrous, see:

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punk-to-funk replied to your post: I think I need to see some non-middle …

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Cheers. I was getting offended on behalf of my working-class roots. I saw Time and the Conways yesterday and A Streetcar Named Desire tonight. All of the main characters who were working class men (three of them) were abusive - domestic abuse, domestic abuse and rape, considered assaulting/raping but didn’t go through with it). I think of the male relatives in my family and it just pisses me off how often they’re representated as abusive, idiots or only included at all for some comic relief. The guardian posted this yesterday “Theatres are not catering for the working class majority”. Well duh.

I think I need to see some non-middle class theatre.

analsexwithsatan:

am i the only one who has that one friend who treats you like shit but for some reason you never leave them