How do you respond when someone tells you that plants have feelings too and that you murder fruits and vegetables when you eat them? I know this is a really dumb question but I get asked this all the time and I don't know how to respond
Firstly I laugh because 40% of the world’s grains are fed to livestock so they’re contributing to their ‘murder’ a whole lot more than I do. Then I ask them ‘when was the last time you heard a strawberry crying for it’s mother’ or ‘when did you last watch a piece of wheat screaming in agony’ or ‘how often do you find an apple displaying love and affection’?
What is 50 shades of grey about? And what's so bad about it?
50 Shades of Grey was originally fanfiction based on the Twilight series, which was then published as a novel (along with 2 subsequent books). It sold over 100 million copies around the world and topped best-seller lists everywhere. It’s about to be adapted into a film, set to come out early next year.
It follows a college student named Ana Steele, who enters a relationship with a man named Christian Grey and is then introduced to a bastardised and abusive parody of BDSM culture.
While the book is paraded as erotica, the relationship between Ana and Christian is far from healthy. The core mantra of the BDSM community is “safe, sane and consensual”, and 50 Shades is anything but. None of the rules of BDSM practices (which are put in place to protect those involved) are actually upheld. Christian is controlling, manipulative, abusive, takes complete advantage of Ana, ignores safe-words, ignores consent, keeps her uneducated about the sexual practices they’re taking part in, and a multitude of other terrible things. Their relationship is completely sickening and unhealthy.
Basically, “the book is a glaring glamorisation of violence against women,” as Amy Bonomi so perfectly put it.
It’s terrible enough that a book like this has been absorbed by people worldwide. Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture.
I just want someone to give a damn about Cas and his problems for a change. I want someone to be upset because Cas is dying and obsessively search for ways to save him. I want someone to be worried when he goes missing and someone to show some compassion, or at least interest, when he says he’d been captured and tortured. I want someone to tell him he matters and acknowledge all that he’s done and lost and given up for the benefit of the others. I want someone to break down and cry and grieve if something happens to him. Basically, I just want someone to love Cas the way he deserves to be loved.
Funny you should ask! I’ll let you in on my origin story if you like?
Well, once upon a time I was your average, man-loving, non-opinionated, quiet, submissive, totally sexually available young woman. I loved the dudes. I can’t tell you how much I worshipped those blokes. I couldn’t even open a jar back then. Ah, the memories. I shied from the colour blue. I refused to step into a room that contained power tools. Football frightened me into week long seclusions. Don’t get me started on the horror beer brought on.
And then, one night, I left my window open. It was hot, y’know? I probably shouldn’t have done it.
But in flew the Misandry Fairy. She was magnificent. As she fluttered into my room she left a trail of glittering misogynist tears that sparkled like diamonds. She wore blood red especially smeary lipstick, the type that scares guys and makes them afraid of kissing you, to ward them off. She had beautifully hairy legs, hairy arms, and wore high waisted shorts (which we all know is the 2014 trend men hate). It wasn’t 2014 at the time, you understand, but she’s a fairy so I assume she looked into the future to find inspiration for her particular misandric look. She was also a lesbian. Because we all know how those lesbians hate men, right?
"Claudia," she said to me. "It’s time to face your destiny. Inside of you is a burning misandric rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. When you wake up tomorrow, I want you opening jars left right and centre. Open so many jars that the men get jealous. Open so many jars that you and everyone around you are in danger of drowning in the contents. Keep on opening them. No matter what. Never give up."
I was so shocked that I did not answer. It was the middle of the night and I was unaccustomed to being visited by such wise and noble beings.
Before she left, she turned around in the air, her fluttering rainbow wings shining in the moonlight, and whispered: “Also, you’re queer. The Coming Out fairy was busy so I took his shift. Have a nice day.”
The next morning I awoke and began to carry out my purpose. From that day on, men have trembled to see me. Occasionally they whimper “don’t let her near any jars for the love of God”, but most of the time they merely scatter as I enter any vicinity I please.
I owe her everything. Without her, I would not be the woman I am today.
This story is 100% true. You can quote me on it and everything. Never let anyone tell you fairies don’t exist. They do. And they’re raging misandrists.
my fave thing is that regardless of whatever happens re: deancas in the show once it’s over is that the pairing itself will still go down in history, will still be talked about 20, 30, even forty years down the line
to this day, people are writing dissertations on the homoerotic subtext between kirk and spock in star trek: tos (which aired in the ’60s)
like it’s already far far too late lmao
there’s no where to run, ya’ll made the bed now sit in it
Stahma:But Mars is a dead planet. So is Venus. Your men and women couldn't of possibly come from there, you know that.
Amanda:It's an old world saying. It means, "Men are dicks, deal with it" That will never change
Stahma:Oh. Still, I come from a culture that worships dicks
Amanda:Well, look around you, Stahma. Everything changes.
Stahma:All the more reason for us to maintain our standards. We Castithans owe are greatness to the strength and depth to our culture.
Amanda:Mm. And who created this culture? Old men that scribbled on tablets a thousand years ago to keep you on your knees. Human women felt the exact same way... So we banded together. We changed things. We burnt our bras.
Stahma:Why in three hells would you burn your undergarments?
Amanda:I don't know. It was in a book.
Stahma:Are you sure you sober enough to be giving me advice?
Amanda:Oh, Hey, Cut me some slack. I've been off the Adreno for two weeks. All I'm saying is, talk to the other Castithan wives. I bet they're just as fed up as you are.
Stahma:If they even knew I was talking to you in this way, they would cast me out. I'm alone. That's a dangerous place to be.