they act like it means nothing while it shapes our whole world view. yesterday I saw a trans identified male calling a guy "if a man can't be a woman why are you such a pussy" like... did you ever sit and thought why the genitals of the group of people you tryna be carries a deragatory meaning? if you truly feel connected a womanhood why are you using a word that's supposed to be an insult to our inferiority in a man's world?
I'm exhausted by this constant pretense that we live in an equal world, as though sexist slurs like 'bitch' or 'mf' exist in isolation. These words are never neutral, they always target women.
And yet, men brush it off, claiming they don’t mean it literally or justifying it because one or two women told them it’s okay. But they never question why these slurs are always rooted in women’s degradation. Misogyny is normalized, ignored and excused at every turn.
what? what do you mean nobody is cutting onions?? then wtf is this spilling liquid from see holes??
this is the reason I'm a deist, i create my own god.good luck to rest of you
The abrahamic god is a male power fantasy and I refuse to worship an omnipotent being who treats 50% of his most important creations as inferior, naturally evil beings who’s only value is their virginity, something that most women don’t have a say in within traditional religious societies.
I do these routine where I delete all my socials then one week later show up, spend 2 hours scrolling and then fuck off again to restart the cycle. is it normal? do you guys do it too or is this about my inconsistency only
Ah yes
most random shit to happen in the show and i still hate it to this day vşcktxoyfpydots
based wojak memes but make it radfem.
(not mine, found on pinterest, credits to the owners.)
i think we are all forgetting something when we talk about how toxic patrick, tashi, and art are — or when we decide one is “worse” than the other. they all have moments of seeing right through it, seeing each other’s toxic behavior for what it is, and STILL want and need each other in this possessive, envious, visceral way.
1. in the way beginning, tashi is clearly flirting more with art than patrick, and patrick is visibly annoyed. art sees right through it and even challenges him like “okay, let’s leave”, and has this little smirk on his face because he knows patrick won’t give up on tashi.
2. tashi immediately sees the visible tension and love between art and patrick, and literally orchestrates their first kiss. she sees right through their repression, and even calls herself a “home-wrecker” but still entangles herself with them, especially patrick because he’s clearly the better tennis player at that point and that is tash’s ONLY true love. tennis. that’s what she desires most in him, and patrick knows that. he even calls her out on it in the dorm room scene. but they have this mirroring fire in each other that neither of them can give up, not until patrick breaks the balance and bails — tashi’s injury is literally a metaphor for the balance shattering between all three of them when patrick leaves her.
3. before this, patrick sees right through art trying to break them up, and even admires that quality — maybe even feels smug and flattered because art is jealous and feels left out from both tashi and patrick. patrick has known this all along, we saw it in the “tick-serve” scene, where he even swears to tashi he won’t tell anyone but he still tells art, who is desperate to feel a part of them and patrick wants that, too — even keeps that close intimacy with art that we see in the churro scene (swoon swoon swoon).
4. haven’t you noticed that arts desire to be great is only ever tied up in patrick and tashi? how he needs to beat patrick to win tashis affection, how he needs to win in tennis so that tashi can live through him, how he lives up to his potential in the ending only because tashi and patrick push him to it, in their little fucked up ways? he knows this — he even admits that he’s playing for tashi, that he knows she’s living through him. he even admits he’s playing a fucked up little game with patrick when they’re in the sauna. yet he still does it. again, he knows what’s happening, sees right through them — still does it, still loves them.
5. when tashi calls patrick to come pick her up he knows it’s not just to tell him to throw the match — and despite how she battles him about it, they still have sex in the car, because he already knows. he’s so fully aware of her and her game and he’s so willing to be caught up in it, the same as art.
just some examples of how they all have moments of clarity and agency and yet they still choose to be entangled in one another because they’re all fucked up in their own, individual ways, and they’re all living through each other for their own specific needs. arts is to be seen as worthy, as great, but only through their gaze. tashis is to have the career that was stolen from her. patricks is truly to be in love and in lust with both of them, because we even see that from the beginning that tashis love alone will never satiate him; it has to be arts love, too. that scene in the sauna when he thinks he’s lost it from art is the most sad and fucked up we ever even see patrick. on top of tashi asking him to throw the game — he’s so defensive of arts feelings.
in short this is an actual love triangle (and i would go as far as to see it as a polyship). you can’t erase one without the whole thing unraveling, and you can’t say one character was the “worst” without picking apart the motivations and pointing to the fact that their bad behavior was never a secret or left unchecked.
even at the end, patrick signals to art that he slept with tashi — art knows and they still have that intimate completion at the end, all three of them. art living up to his potential and embracing patrick fully (id argue this could even be a metaphor for embracing his bisexuality), patrick having both tashi and arts affection again, and tashi playing a phenomenal tennis match through her little white boys — in such a visceral, emotional way that she cries out like she did in the beginning and the last frame is her smiling.
in a fucked up way, they all get what they wanted out of each other.
remembering last year when my male cousins shit talked about my outfit and how a daughter from our family wouldn't show that much cleavage so I inhaled, opened my mouth to put them in their place and stopped because I was curious what my father would say to them and he never even defended me, didn't open his mouth, just laughed "you could do that on your own, you always have" I KNOW. I could've but I wanted YOU to show solidarity. "they don't actually think that they know you're a hotheaded feminist so they try to rile you up" so the constant judgement of women's clothing is a joke to you and shouldn't be taken seriously?
la tristesse durera toujours. being a fujoshi is payback for all of the sexualization our sisterhood faces daily
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