Marguerite Bennett's Blog, page 249
September 1, 2016
Summing up the female GoT characters
Margaery Tyrell: A superb politician that manipulates people with the subtle skill of a chess grandmaster
Cersei Lannister: Throws a molotov cocktail in the general direction of her enemies while showing a middle finger to everybody
Daenerys Targaryen: Vote Mother of Dragons 2015
Melisandre : Clear Eyes, Tits Out, Can’t Lose
Arya Stark: Is an actual video game character who is leveling up in preparation to fight bosses
Sansa Stark : Is participating in the psychological experiment “How far you can push a good person before they snap and kill everybody”
Brienne of Tarth: But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the woman who finds those Stark girls
Shireen Baratheon: Working hard to become the future Minister of Education
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sarahhiraki:
minimenna...
✧ My Superheroines as Retro Housewives series! ✧
I had a lot of fun with these and I plan on adding more, like Zatanna, Hawkgirl, Black Canary, and Storm to name a few.
On the flip side: I’m going to have a Villainesses as Retro Housewives series. That means Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and a few other foxy ladies.
xo
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Queen.
These are so perfect
I really want to make that Batgirl ensemble *o*
I can’t wait to see more redesigns in this style ♡
"Most mass murderers do not go from zero to 60. Rodger made escalating assaults on women (splashing..."
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Interesting to note that while a history of animal cruelty is widely accepted to be a link with becoming a serial killer, the link between cruelty towards women and killing women is still up for debate. If a guy abuses a cat and then shoots women we say “we should have seen it coming that guy was nuts”, but if abuses women and then shoots women we say “we had no way of seeing it coming that guy was a perfectly polite, kind and wonderful human”.
(via marxisforbros)
Because a man who hates women is seen as normal
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another hugely ignored sign is threats of violence. Threatening murder is a HUGE risk factor and indicator that it will be carried out yet people dismiss this shit with ‘he was just angry’ or whatever the fuck, or ‘but he wouldn’t really do that’. No it’s bullshit, and the majority of crimes like this (murder, kidnapping, etc) actually were totally fucking predictable but people just ignore the warning signs. Gavin de Becker talks about this a lot in his book ‘the gift of fear’.
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wizzard890:
So I was going to write a...
So I was going to write a post talking about Jean-Honoré Fragonard’s painting The Swing, which is, as you all know, business as usual around here. Now, the first step in any art post is finding a high-quality image, which put me on Google, which in turn led me to this.
And this is–I mean. Look, this moment slipped my mind, all right? I saw Frozen once, was deeply unimpressed, and never thought about it again. I forgot that it contained a blissfully unaware nod to a dirty painting.
Yeah. Surprise! The Swing is a dirty goddamn painting.
Duh, you say, that guy’s looking straight up her dress, but that’s mid-range dirty at best, this is eighteenth century France, the aristocracy got dirtier than that on their way to breakfast. And presumably also at breakfast. A swing isn’t good enough! More filth! Better filth, you demand, beating your hands on the table.
Well, let me just assure you that you are looking at genuinely fun dirty, and hopefully that holds you over while we take a little trip into background. Buckle in for a very French story.
Sometime in the 1760s, painter Gabriel François Doyen, fresh off the success of several large-scale religious paintings, was contacted by a “gentleman of the court”, who had seen his work and been moved by it. Pleased by the attention, Doyen went to meet this courtier, and discovered him at what he later described as “a pleasure house”, entangled an an amorous embrace with his mistress. The following exchange, related by Doyen to a writer friend of his several years after the fact, went something like this:
“Monsieur Doyen, I was so moved by your work! The angels, the colors, the piety. Its beauty is unrivaled!”
“Well, that’s–very kind of you. Although I do…that is. If you and your–ah, young lady would rather I returned later–”
“Nonsense, sit down, sit down! You should be as comfortable as we are.”
At which point Doyen, more or less trapped, did pull up a chair, although presumably not without giving it a surreptitious wipe with his handkerchief first.
The young aristocrat, whose identity is unknown, was apparently so impressed by Doyen’s religious work that he hoped to commission the artist for something decidedly less religious.
Just try to imagine it: Doyen sitting on the edge of some louche-looking parlour chair while a young man in a highly noticeable state of undress cuddles with his equally nude lady friend and describes what will surely be a masterpiece.
“I should like to see madame–” (history doesn’t tell us if he booped her nose here, but I like to imagine he did) “On a swing, being pushed by a bishop. But you will place me in such a way that I will be able to see the legs of the lovely girl, and better still, if you would like to enliven your picture a little more…”
Now you’d think, wouldn’t you, that Doyen would have gone a little pale at this and made his excuses, but hilariously, he appears to kind of get into it, all of a sudden suggesting, "Ah Monsieur, it is necessary to add to the essential idea of your picture by making Madame’s shoes fly into the air and having some cupids catch them.”
Flying shoes, he said. Essential, he said. Remember that for later.
In the end though, for whatever reason, Doyen decided not to take the commission, and passed it to Jean-Honoré Fragonard, who took the idea, looked at it, decided “too tame.”
Now, the only thing he really changed from the initial idea was the bishop. The man pushing the swing is now just a dude. A significantly older dude than the young man in the foreground, though, which is notable. We don’t know for certain why this alteration was made, maybe Fragonard didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the church. Or maybe he just sucked at drawing vestments.
The old not-bishop is hidden in shadow, holding the rope of the swing, his age and restraint rendering him unimportant. This is an image for the young and passionate. The girl on the swing leaves the trees behind, flying with her knees open towards the statue of Cupid, who holds a finger to his lips, signifying the illicit nature of this encounter. And like, make no mistake, this is an encounter. Our unnamed aristocrat lies on the ground, twined around with blossoming undergrowth, his eyes directed beneath her skirts, and his arm erect, reaching for what he sees. He holds his hat in his hand, a funny little detail until you remember that in late 18th century erotic art, men’s hats (and their bared heads) were often directly analogous with their dicks. No one ever said Rococo was subtle, okay.
The swing (and the young lady on it) are at the peak of their movement, all fluttering pinks and the soft, sinuous curve of her body beneath the glistening silk, and just as she’s gone as far as she can go, positioned over her lover’s outstretched arm, with her toes pointed at Cupid–her shoe flies off. (A missing shoe, by the way, and a bare foot, were neck-and-neck with the broken pitcher in the French Symbols Of Lost Virginity Sweepstakes.)
All of which is to say, The Swing is a painting of an orgasm.
I almost don’t know where to take it from here. Um, let’s see. Well, this became an iconic image of the Rococo period, thanks to the rich colors, freedom of movement and the finished image’s contagious joy. Mostly-contagious, anyway, Enlightenment philosophers hated it, presumably because they weren’t getting laid. But it really is hard not to smile looking at it. That girl’s having a great time.
Such a great time, in fact, that Anna from Frozen probably shouldn’t be reenacting it. Even with both her shoes on.
Well… I mean, considering Anna’s hoping to hook up at that party, it might not be TOTALLY inaccurate……..
August 31, 2016
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I just lost 6 followers for pointing out that there aren’t a lot of women in lord...
I just lost 6 followers for pointing out that there aren’t a lot of women in lord of the rings. I lost more followers than there are speaking female characters in the nine hours of lord of the rings
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