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

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equalityandthecity:

(via Students help Emma Sulkowicz carry mattress to class in first collective carry)

I saw the photo, immediately knew what I was looking at, and teared up.

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Every human being alive has a right to say what they can and cannot do. Do you want to keep working, just to serve your shiny picture, without knowing what it all adds up to? Because I want to tell you something. You are a force to be reckoned with. You are laser sharp and you are on fire. That anxiety you feel isn’t about laziness; that’s the white-hot flame of a heart in chains. You were big and bright and raw and sensitive and sweet and you used to admit what you didn’t know, easily, without fear, and you know what happened? The world beat that shit out of you.

And then, there I was, in the room. I couldn’t believe how much like an operating room it felt. Cold, bright lights, antiseptic, people scurrying around and chatting with each other. It was like being present at my own death, except once in awhile someone would ask me a question and I would call out to everyone, trying to be funny.

“You’re smiling again,” the doctor said to me, “Guess you’re feeling more like yourself.”

Is “myself” smiley? I wondered. Does she think of me as cheerful? Was I less myself before, stripped of politeness? That seemed sad.

  Meaghan O’Connell is telling us what it was like to have a baby over on tinyletter all day today and it is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

therumpus:

Aries: It’s okay if you don’t know what you’re doing yet, this week. It’s okay if you don’t know where you’re going. It’s okay if you don’t know the shortest path to the life that you’re trying to find. Look at yourself in the mirror and think of all the different haircuts you’ve had, think of all the different faces you’ve worn. Float on your back in a lake, in a pool, in the sea, and think of all the time you have to keep learning how to live.

Every time, these horoscopes. Or close to it.

Miranda July is such a special alien and I love the idea of her new app a lot

But while you’re still attached and/or living with your partner? Bitching and moaning to potential sexytime partners is really poor form. And, if a sexy human you want to sex tells you that their partner is BORING? And possessive? AND THAT’S ALL THEY CAN COME UP WITH? Run away screaming. People who fuck people then tell other people they want to fuck that the people they’re currently fucking are super fucking dull? These are bad people.

These are people who just don’t like other people. “Jesus, my girlfriend, I swear she breathes in oxygen and breathes out carbon dioxide sometimes,” they might as well say. Because when you go to bed with someone and wake up and eat together and go to bed together again and wake up? See, I’m already bored by both of you just writing it down. People get boring. An inescapable fact. PEOPLE. GET. BORING. People of all stripes, from all walks of life, get boring. Boring is not a reason for anything. You say someone you’re fucking is boring? The first thing I think is sweet god in heaven YOU my friend are BORING. Stop taking it out on everyone else.

Better yet is POSSESSIVE, as in “My girlfriend, she just gets really possessive, it’s a total drag.” Gee, that sucks, why does your miserable insecure shrew of a woman have to get all possessive and shit, when she has a guy who’s sweet and honest and opens up within minutes about what a jealous little bitch HEY WAIT A MINUTE.

  

Ask Polly: A Chilling Cautionary Tale About the Dangers of Getting Involved With Attached People

This week’s Ask Polly was Heather’s last for The Awl (before moving over to The Cut), and it’s seriously, seriously great

harperperennial:

elizabethminkel:

katiecoyle:

poptimism:

Mallory Ortberg has a voice like an old movie actress. (“Male Novelist Jokes” at the Last Bookstore in LA)

Mallory Ortberg is everything.

Plus three cheers for Roxane Gay snapping a pic behind her.

OTP.

mallory forever

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