i want you to imagine you’re at a dinner party, and for dessert, your host is serving apple pie. now, you’re not really an apple pie sort of person normally — you like it from time to time, but you’re awfully picky about it, and if it’s not done just right, it’s not for you — so you pass on taking some when it gets passed around. but then everyone else starts exclaiming about how delicious this pie is, how crisp it is, how flavorful, how amazing it was in star trek, so you take a piece just to see what all the fuss is about. and sure enough, it’s delicious. it’s so delicious, in fact, that you start asking questions about it, bothering the host for the recipe, paying a lot more attention to what a well-made pie it really is. and then it turns out the pie studied english literature at berekely and sometimes gets photographed reading to small children, that the pie regularly walks around in hilariously failtastic hipster-douche plaid and engages in ~intellectual competitions~ with other pies it knows, and the more you learn, the more the taste of the pie starts to curdle in your mouth. it’s so delicious that it’s TOO delicious, and probably you’re going to have cravings for this pie now whether you want them or not and you don’t, you don’t want those cravings, you don’t even LIKE apple pie. so you try to tell yourself you don’t like it that much really, that it’s not that good, that it’s probably the sort of pie that’s a total dick in real life and not in the endearing way like it comes off in interviews either, but it doesn’t help. it doesn’t make the pie any less fantastic, it doesn’t make you enjoy the pie any less, and you become consumed with your frustration at this fact — how dare this pie come along and make you hunger after it? how DARE this pie be so crisp and flavorful and fantastic in star trek? HOW DARE THIS PIE GO TO MUSIC FESTIVALS WITH A SALT AND PEPPER BEARD?? — until eventually you are standing on a table in front of the whole party, an empty pie dish held over your head, screaming “WHY WOULD ANYONE EVEN MAKE THIS PIE”
and that’s why i hate chris pine.
hfjdskfs I KNOW THIS BLOG HAS BEEN LEGOLAS/GIMLI TOWN, POPULATION LEGOLAS AND GIMLI, FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS/WEEKS, but oh my god i ship eowyn and faramir SO hard. like, my feels, let me show them to you.
because EOWYN IS SO FUCKING KICKASS, but she’s never really been allowed to be before, you know? and i mean, we see that in the films, it’s “eowyn you can’t fight it’s not safe” and “eowyn lead the women and children to safety” and then she breaks away and goes and sneaks into battle and SHE IS NO MAN and it’s amazing, because she’s amazing. but i think to want to be this great warrior and make her mark on history but have that possibility denied to her so long, and THEN to be the focus of creepy grima wormtongue’s unwanted attention for so long with no real recourse to take against it other than abandoning her uncle (which she wouldn’t do because SHE’S SUCH A FUCKING BADASS) probably had a real impact on her? and honestly i think that most of her feelings for aragorn are the result of the fact that he doesn’t seem to see her as ~powerless~ the same way the other men in her life do, at least at first, and that’s intoxicating because she’s not used to it? but the DEPTH of her affection for him, even just from that, and the depth of her affection for her uncle, and for merry, she’s just this totally badass woman who also has SUCH capacity for love and just wants to see and be seen and ughhhhh
and then FARAMIR, with his horrible childhood and his inadequacy complex and his FATHER TRYING TO BURN HIM ALIVE and his just wanting to be good enough for someone, like. he’s not a boldly-lead-the-charge-against-the-enemy kind of hero, but that’s so okay, because he doesn’t have to be and also because EOWYN IS, and i think given his history with not living up to expectations and feeling constantly caught in the wringer for it he’s maybe the least likely person ever to be like “hey eowyn i need you to be this person i think you should be instead of the person you are.” because FARAMIR OF ALL PEOPLE KNOWS WHAT THAT’S LIKE AND HOW HORRIBLE IT FEELS, and eowyn of all people knows what it is to be constantly underestimated and how horrible that feels, and ugh i just think they’re so great together. her huge capacity for love and how much he needs that, his huge ability to support emotionally and how much SHE needs that, they are perfect and should feel perfect the end.
Uh, wow, okay. While I really do not, at all, appreciate a scolding on how to run my personal blog—especially when the process of running said personal blog has long since included doing my absolute utmost to run absolutely everything I post or reblog through a filter of fact-checking—you are actually quite incorrect! Because I did, actually, look this up. I looked it up when another version of that post circulated a few months ago, and I looked it when I reblogged that post this morning, and I looked it up again just now to craft this reply. You might, in fact, call me an expert on this topic. So:
- The woman in that photo is Greta Zimmer Friedman, being kissed by sailor George Mendonsa, according to Lawrence Verria and George Galdorisi. They’re the authors of “The Kissing Sailor,” a book that, as you may have guessed, is about literally nothing but this photo. While I have not read it and don’t intend to (can you imagine how many hours of my life I would lose if I had to read an entire book on a topic before I could reblog anything about it? I sure can’t), Galdorisi told the HuffPo in the article linked above that “We’ve proven this basically three different ways — through forensic analysis, through photographic interpretation and through some other technical means that these are the people.” So. You know. I’m going with them.
- Greta Zimmer Friedman has been vocal about the fact that this kiss was against her will, stating, “It wasn’t my choice to be kissed… the guy just came over and grabbed!” To, you know, the Library of Congress. Because that first link? Yeah, it’s to her Library of Congress interview about this. Which I’ve read. Twice, now. I suggest you give it a go.
- At least one of the articles linked above points out that others have claimed to be the woman in the photo. Greta Zimmer Friedman herself brings it up in the aforementioned Library of Congress interview, mentioning both Edith Shain and Barbara Sokol as others who have come forward saying the photo is of them. But even if that isn’t a picture of Greta Zimmer Friedman, there is no arguing that the posture, the arm locking the woman in place, the expressions on the onlooking soldiers’ faces, all indicate that this is a man grabbing and kissing a woman without getting her consent. Which, to be clear, is fucking assault.
- And, lastly: EVEN IF THAT WOMAN IS EDITH SHAIN, she’s quoted as saying “Someone grabbed me and kissed me, and I let him because he fought for his country. I closed my eyes when I kissed him. I never saw him,” in the freaking Washington Post. Which means this is still a photo of a man grabbing and kissing a woman without her consent. Which is still fucking assault.
To conclude: guess what? If I make a mistake, I’ll change it. If I fuck up, I’ll do my best to fix it. If I reblog something false, I’ll take it down. If I fail to live up to your apparently exhaustive standards in maintaining what is, again, my personal blog, I will happily take a heads-up to an error and follow it through to whatever the appropriate corrective action is. I’ll do that every goddamn time. But if you’re going to come up in here to scoldme and call me a liar, I’m going to have to strongly suggest you do your research first. You’ll find I’ve typically done mine.
TOP FIVE HEADCANONS FOR WAR, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
- She has worn many faces—human and otherwise—over the long years since the world begin, has served so many purposes she’s forgotten them all, has left her mark on so much of the world that she could own it, if she wanted to. She doesn’t want to. She never has. There is nothing interesting about control, not when everything is so interesting out of it.
- She keeps a list of everyone who has ever used her to serve their own ends, abused her to exacerbate the sort of sickness that has no place on the battlefield. They have all died bloody.
- In a half-hopeless, half-intrigued sort of way, she has been courting Death since the dawn of time. She’s never been quite sure if he’s rebuffing her or not; he’s Death, after all. He’s hard to read. It has not escaped her notice, however, that wherever she goes, he follows.
- She loathes Famine. It is so often his fault, when people lack plowshares to beat into swords. (She’s equally frustrated about the lack of pruning hooks, though she’s never cared much if people beat them into spears or not—do you have any idea how much damage you can do to flesh with a pruning hook?)
- She is the only thing she has ever believed in. It’s only fair; after all, once most people have met her, they tend to find that she’s right.
msdistress asked: Okay, so I have another question, since you were so cool about my previous one: Is it okay for a non-Jewish person to call you (or anyone else who is Jewish) just a Jew? As a cultural/racial/heritage descriptor, not as a slur? I know this might vary from a person to person, but again, I’m just looking for a general gist of things. To me calling somebody just a Jew sounds impolite, but I’m not a native English speaker, so… Anyways, thanks again. :)
Right so: thank you for asking this! It is a question I get a lot, in my real life more often than over the internet, and I appreciate the chance to answer it. It’s also, through no fault of yours, my absolute least favorite question to get about Judaism, not because it offends me or hurts my feelings, but because the fact that people ask it breaks my heart a little every time.
So, let’s start with the absolute basics and work up from there: Jew is a noun. It means a person who is Jewish! Jewish is an adjective. It describes a person as being a Jew! You can have one Jew, two Jews, or many Jews; you can have Jewish people, or Jewish culture, or Jewish history. You cannot have a Jewish, or many Jewishes, because Jewish is the adjective—I mention this because I have heard people fuck that up aloud, and it is embarrassing for those people. You also cannot have Jew culture, or Jew history, because Jew is the noun—I mention this because I have heard people fuck that up aloud, and it is both embarrassing for those people and, whether intentionally or not, likely to at least vaguely ping your average Jew’s anti-semitism radar. There is no verb form of Jew or Jewish. If you hear someone trying to make Jew a verb, most typically in the expression “Jewed out” (ie, “She Jewed me out of ten bucks” or “They Jewed me out of my security deposit,”) that person is, whether intentionally or not, being an anti-semitic bag of dicks and you should call them on it.
do not watch teen wolf
do not click upon the first episode and watch it all the way through and come to the end thinking “wow fandom is wrong this show is straight-up grade a GARBAGE CITY”
do not click upon the second episode mostly out of spite to prove to yourself that you are not going to succumb to what is obviously a baseless internet phenomenon
do not watch episodes 3-9 of with a weird combined sense of “well i’m just looking at this so i can understand the fic and everything but it’s not like i’m falling prey to the brain scrambles it seems to be giving people or anything” and what feels like the distant whooshing sensation of something leaving you behind
do not watch all the rest of the episodes only to realizing that what was making that whoosing sensation was THE ABRUPT EXIT OF YOUR GRIP ON REALITY
do not watch teen wolf; do not watch this show