So whenever i would watch movies and see The Badass Female Character fighting in various ways, something about it always bugged me. I just assumed it was internalized misogyny that made me dislike characters like black widow and Tauriel and tried to make myself like them.
Then I was rewatching Mad Max Fury Road the other day and I noticed that nothing bothered me about watching Furiosa fight and I realized the problem wasn’t watching women fight in movies that got on my nerves.
Watching the stereotypical Badass Female Character she always has these effortless moves and a cocky, sexy smirk on her face as everything is easy. Watching Furiosa, she grunted and bared her teeth. Her fighting was hard and it took effort and it hurt like fighting is supposed to. For once her fighting style wasn’t supposed to seduce the audience it was to be effective.
I wasn’t disliking these characters because they were women I was disliking that their fighting was meant to remind me they were women. High heels and shapely outfits and not showing effort or discomfort because it’s more attractive to effortlessly lift a long leather clad leg over your head rather than rugby tackle someone.
It’s the same with the Wonder Woman movie too. Fighting is hard and it takes effort, blocking bombs and bullets with a shield makes her grimace and bare her teeth with the effort it takes. She’s not flip kicking bombs she’s yelling and straining, not because she’s weak or bad at fighting but because that’s what it would be like.
I really hope we’re moving into an era of women having fighting styles designed for realism and not how hot it looks for the men in the audience.
this is the scariest tweet ive ever seen reading this made me feel like im in the twilight zone
<I>what the fuck is buffalo chicken dip</I>
it’s 2028, alexa informs you that a radiation storm is rolling in from the eastern wastes as your food replicator slowly prints a plate of soy protein wings. your wife holoprojects from work to tell you she has another nine hours at the amazon warehouse and she’s gotta go before she burns her unpaid five minute lunch break. the seven friends you’re sharing a studio apartment with are huddled on the floor, each jacked into vr rigs. the superbowl is endless and your heart is a yawning void.
you get rid of frogs and the whole damn ecosystem collapses but thank god little timmy can go see a real life panda at the cincinnati zoo
This is a major section we learn about in college environmental studies. We look at the breakdowns of what makes specific animals marketable and how governments can use the conservation efforts for said “desirable” animals to make money, regardless of if the money will be directly linked to conservation or not.
Because the fuzzy mammal with large, forward facing eyes, chubby cheeks, and an upturned mouth will always be inherently seen as more human and therefore more worth caring for than the ugly, faceless sea worms and other slimy things people are needlessly afraid of. Even if the worms provide much more beneficial services to us than the pandas ever did.
This is like finding a stray journal page in a ruined city that talks of some grand festival and the date of the entry is the day before the city was destroyed
I'm Katie, I'm in a million fandoms and I reblog a lot of random shit. I tag spoilers, but hey sometimes I fuck up and miss a few. In my early twenties, trying to figure out this "adult" bullshit.
