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argxstxs · 1 year

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Ohhhhhhhh shiv’s face when she realized that she’s going to be cut out of the boy’s club AGAIN and this time with a baby she can’t even talk about with her husband without risking being seen as soft … Kerry being humiliated by Marcia and the rest of the family… shiv falling down in front of a room of snickering men… gerri being thrown out as easily as garbage… connor’s mom being talked about less like a human being and more as fodder for a pr campaign…

#like yeah this show is about the horrors of the top 1% destroying and reforging our moral and ethical codes #but more than that it’s also a story about women #the women of this show are shown time and time again to be disposable #it’s so ingrained and systemic #no amount of privilege and whiteness will ever save you from being a woman!!#misogyny predates white supremacy!! you will never escape it!!#GOD this show is good #my god I hate how much I love it #I was just sitting there the whole time biting my nails I was so anxious #succession #succession s4 #succession spoilers

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trans-androgyne · 5 months

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Well if your pronouns include “he” now, don’t you know you don’t need safe spaces? After all they give you full gender rights under misogyny, and you’re suddenly more likely to be violent sexual and queerphobic. I’m just affirming your gender after all, so I can’t be transphobic /s

#my favorite part of being transmasculine is the way the world is definitely safer for me than before :)#even though I now just have to deal with transphobia otherness and my safe spaces evaporating on top of the regular misogyny I experience #transandrophobia #transphobia #queer masculinity #androphobia #mine #antimasculinism

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gayvampyr · 9 months

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“omg not shaving and not wearing makeup is so radical!” it is an inaction. im not doing anything. i exist and my body’s natural processes occur passively. our bodies existing in their default states should not be radical or transgressive and we need to stop treating them as such

#text post #feminism and stuff #misogyny #top posts

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fromtheseventhhell · 8 months

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Arya watched them die and did nothing. What good did it do you to be brave? One of the women picked for questioning had tried to be brave, but she had died screaming like all the rest. There were no brave people on that march, only scared and hungry ones. (Arya VI, ACOK)

The night she was caught, the Lannister men had been nameless strangers with faces as alike as their nasal helms, but she'd come to know them all. You had to know who was lazy and who was cruel, who was smart and who was stupid. You had to learn that even though the one they called Shitmouth had the foulest tongue she'd ever heard, he'd give you an extra piece of bread if you asked, while jolly old Chiswyck and soft-spoken Raff would just give you the back of their hand. (Arya VI, ACOK)

Arya: *restrains herself from acting out when captured by the Mountain and his men because she knows fighting back/being brave wouldn't accomplish anything*

Arya: *takes note of the temperments of several Lannister guards so that she can learn how to navigate around their behavior*

Fandom: Arya is a feral idiot with no self-control uwu 🤗

#arya stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #this is really just a small portion of her intelligence and self-control and yet...people can't stand the idea of Arya being more than #the brawn to somebody's brains. They literally can't handle her being her own character or not comparing her to somebody else #mind you this is all on top of how calculated she us when helping with the coup and planning her escape from harrenhal #none of these takes are even judging her based on the books it's all about her in comparison to [x] character...usually Sansa #Ned's /Sun and Moon/ quote has had a terrible impact on this fandom and their perception of the Stark sisters #Arya HAS to be the /wild + reckless/ counterpart to Sansa's cool + collected/ side lol and it's such a joke #even if you thought Arya was reckless for defending Mycah which is debatable she's gone through so much since then #and she would've been dead several times over if she was really as rash and impulsive as fandom wanted her to be #why people can't comprehend both sisters sharing qualities I don't know but it's hilarious considering this fandom's #/don't pit the Stark sisters against each other/ attitude...guess that only counts when it comes to propping up Sansa #at what point can we start calling this out for the misogyny it is?#fandom nonsense

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outalongtheedges · 8 months

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I just wanna say one thing, cause I’ve been seeing it on TikTok a whole lot, I WILL NOT STAND FOR CHARLIE HATE

I’m sorry but it feels misogynistic whenever I read stuff like this:

Actually I will not apologise.

Stop hating on my girly for whatever reason you chose for yourself to make sense.

And so do I

Masterlist

#no but really I’m so over it #could the film have existed without their romance? sure #does that change anything about the hate mostly being motivated by misogyny?#absolutely fucking not #check yourself before you spread unreasonable hate #bruv be so for fucking real with yourself #top gun #icemav #pete mitchell #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #pete maverick mitchell #charlie blackwood #charlotte charlie blackwood #penny benjamin #top gun cast #top gun fandom #top gun movie

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bonefall · 6 months

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bones the bumble vs cordy poll isnt the final round, theres gonna be one last round after this and it looks like it's gonna be bumble vs misa amane for the final showdown

Oops. Well, it's the final round in my heart lmao

#No shade on Misa but... Cordy has it SO much worse than her #If Bumble beats Cordy there's no way she isn't at the top #Cordy is a Dark Souls boss of misogyny. A whole final level in her own right #Hell ILL fight for Cordy if it looks like she's going to be in 3rd place #We need to kill Joss Whedon #The horrible tyrant Whedonstar needs to be unzipped like Tigerstar

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valyrfia · 6 months

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HAND OVER THE FF LESTAPPEN

alright, check it out

Charles blames the Instagram algorithm, when one day she’s scrolling aimlessly only to come across pictures of Max Verstappen in a bikini.

Max lounging on her stomach across a sunbed under the European sun next to a cerulean sea, the band of her dark blue bikini riding up, sitting snug across her muscular shoulders peppered with moles and the unmistakable shape of a fading wine-coloured mark high up on the curve of her shoulder that makes something in Charles's throat curdle and sets something strange and deep in her core alight.

She sends it to Pierre immediately, because of course she does.

Charles Look at this shit. She probably called the paps on herself.

And that’s the odd feeling deep in her stomach, it’s anger, the fact that Max can be snapped near naked on a strange foreign beach without consequence and Charles has to be careful that the knee-length skirt she wears on errands in Monaco doesn’t get blown up, lest she gets another embarrassing lecture from Mattia on her public image. Be careful Charletta, he would say, Santina is a better nickname than Puttana. Puttana, a fitting word to describe Max’s recent endeavours, really. Charles’s socials have been pushing her the pictures all week. Max outside bars, hanging onto tall men who make more in a year than Charles would care to mention, their young pretty wives off to the side with them, seemingly resigned to the fate of what’s happening. After all, who could compete with Max Verstappen, champion of the world?

#the vague idea is charles leclerc heavily repressed lesbian with a shit ton of internalised misogyny AND lesbophobia #also in this version charles gets the nickname santina instead of/on top of el predestinata #mainly because of this whole idea in media culture of women must be passive in their narrative #basically it's fi takes on a man-centred world view and takes an unwilling ff lestappen along with her #lestappen #fic bits #also charles is still charles because a. i cannot name swap when i genderbend #and b. i decided charles was catholic so it would be appropriate for her to just be named maria charles leclerc #and she goes by charles obviously because everyone and their mother has the first name maria in southern europe #ALSO MATTIA USES THE DIMINUTIVE FORM WITH CHARLES'S NAME BECAUSE HE'S A MISOGYNISTIC ASSHOLE!#anyway fun facts with fi #i've thought this out #maybe now that work calms down i'll get around to writing this properly i anticipate it to be maybe like a 30k oneshot

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torchflies · 4 months

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The Five Names of Ice Kazansky (Girl!Ice Orthodox Jew!Ice) + Glossary of Terms

* I was super bored at my conference and wrote this on a napkin because I was having Jewish thoughts on naming 😎 💁🤷*

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To be a Jew is to struggle with God — it's the first thing little Hadassah Tzabarit Kazansky learns in this life.

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She questions for the first time at six years old as Dassy, Rabbi Kazansky’s sharp-tongued little girl and now, as his only child.

“Abba?” Dassy asks him, holding his big hand in her smaller pair as they toss handfuls of dirt into her twin brother’s grave, “Why did Feivel die?”

Rabbi Kazansky takes his only living child into his arms as he answers, “You already know, zeeskeit. He had lymphoma, he was very sick.”

“But why?” She asks again, with the unfailing trust of a child. “Why did God take him away? He was ours.”

“No,” Her father says as tears drip down his cheeks and into his beard, “Feivel was not ours, just as you are not mine. Our children are gifts, Dassy, but they are only borrowed; we raise our children to leave us. Sometimes they stay in this world to do that and sometimes they do not.”

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When her mother dies, she is Hadassah.

She sits by herself at the funeral, wearing a black dress that’s too long and too loose across her chest to be comfortable. But nothing is comfortable anymore, not when her mother is lying in an aron under the earth and everyone is talking about her like she isn’t sitting ten feet away from them.

There’s dirt under her nails from yesterday, when she had climbed the biggest tree in the shul garden to put an empty bird’s nest back from where it had fallen. She had slipped on the way back down and torn a hole in her tights; Rabbi Moskowitz’s wife, Miriam, had given her an extra pair with a smile. What will we do with you, Hadassah?

She had spent the entire morning fixing her two thick braids, pulling them so tight that the blond curls didn’t bunch out at any angle, then redoing them again when they didn’t match. It took five tries to make them look perfect. She had pinned both plaits back with one of her mother’s favorite tichels, folding it so it held back her braids instead of covering her whole head. She didn’t have any black dresses, so she was forced to tug out one of her mother’s from her closet, feeling a bit like she was stealing.

Hadassah, my Dassy. Her mother would say. You’ve gotten so big while I’ve been away.

Her torn ribbon flutters against her neck and she shoves it down angrily.

She doesn’t want to cry in a room of alte makhsheyfes and alter cockers that she doesn’t know. It’s silly and childish, but all she wants is for her mother to wake up and take her home.

But dead is dead and Goldie Kazansky is very dead.

“Hadassah, are you alright?”

Rabbi Moskowitz sits down beside her, his brown eyes doleful and sad. He shifts until one of his knees sits curled on the bench, regarding her softly and waiting until she’s ready to speak. He does the same thing when she sits in his office every Tuesday morning to practice for her Bat Mitzvah, letting her take her time with the text until she’s ready to talk to him about it. But nothing is right anymore, it’s Tuesday morning and her mother is dead.

She shrugs, tugging on her right braid and staring out the window, watching a little blue bird hop around in the grass. Her Rabbi doesn’t say anything, he just waits.

“Excuse me, Lev. Can I have a minute with her?”

Rabbi Kazansky sits down beside her, in the wreckage of the only life she's ever known.

She falls into her father’s arms with a low sob, “I don't understand!” She cries, twelve years old and distraught, “Why would God take her away too?!”

Her father says nothing, he just rocks her and sings a nigun until her tears run dry.

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The day she meets her best-friend, she is Ice.

Ice Kazansky, the Ice Queen, buries Hadassah and Dassy as far down as she can reach. She smiles with nothing but a mouthful of pretty, perfect teeth as her Academy classmates call her a frigid bitch, something not to be touched, and she shows them just how desperately their performances are wanting.

She is a flawless pilot and she is ice: cold, and unfeeling until she ends anyone who gets too close.

“Ron Kerner,” Her fourth RIO introduces himself, all six feet and four inches of smarmy ego that she doesn't have time for. “But you can call me whatever you please, sweetheart.”

She blinks at him, glacial and unforgiving, and on their first hop together: she rolls them, hanging them inverted until he pukes.

“You really are an icy bitch.” He moans as he spits up on the tarmac.

Ice just smiles and turns sharply to grab her third cup of coffee from the mess, not a hair out of place, and according to her classmates — barely human. No one speaks to her as she marches past, no one reaches out.

“I’m sorry,” Kerner tells her later, pushing his plate of bacon towards her as some kind of peace offering. She instantly shakes her head, decades of lessons kicking in before she can stop herself. He looks so damn dejected that she allows herself a moment of — something. She wavers, reaching out.

She takes his dry toast, with a soft, “I don't eat meat.”

“Oh.” He says, dark eyes wide. “Ever?”

He's inching closer to things that she doesn't want to explain, kashrut and observance, and being an Orthodox Jewish woman but also being everything that an Orthodox Jewish woman is not. How, in her community, she would have already been married with a baby on each hip — how that was a life she had wanted so badly for so long… until she was told it was all she could ever have.

“Ever.” She says instead, hating the lie.

“I’ll remember that, Kazansky.” He hums with a smile that makes him softer, kinder. He has warm eyes too and honey-brown hair that curls up at the ends, her RIO with his awful callsign — Slider.

“Ice,” She corrects, even as he goes red at the memory of his insult.

“Ice.” He says and she finds that she likes the sound of her cruel epithet in his mouth.

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The day she falls in love, she is the Queen.

The little gremlin has no idea how close he is to hitting the nail on the head — she is Hadassah, but also anything but.

“Icy!” She somehow hears over the throng and almost rolls her eyes behind her shades, recognizing that lackadaisical voice and the only person in the world who calls her Icy.

He's a memory, an old friend, a first kiss and the first of many hefty guilt spirals at eighteen, in a world so different from the one she had grown up in. He had been three years older than her then, still was, and had seemed so much wiser than her at twenty-one. But now, at twenty-six, she knows how young they both were.

Still, the last she heard, Loosey Goosey Bradshaw was off getting married and having a baby, not frequenting the O Club in Miramar. Her cold eyes sweep the crowd and she only narrowly finds him, waving at her from the bar — lanky and jovial as ever. She doesn't smile, but she could have. She's missed him. “Hey! C’mere, I got someone for you to meet!”

She follows her marching orders, letting his voice wash over her as it starts being audible over the pounding pop music.

“Here she is, the best of the best — Ice Queen Kazansky. It's how she flies, Mav: ice-cold, no mistakes and I'm just warning you now, pal. If you get bored and do something stupid, she’s got you.”

He's bent over double, giving a life lesson to the short, stocky young man beside him. Ice has half a foot on the boy and that's being generous — he’s tiny. He smiles from ear-to-ear when he sees her though, full of lust and ignorance, and she thinks of that one film that Slider’s been making her see at the drive-ins every few weeks now: Gremlins.

“She could have me all the time if she wants.” The little cowboy drawls and Ice ignores him completely, only to raise an eyebrow at her old friend, no wedding ring in sight.

“Hey there, Bradshaw,” She intones, flat and bored, but Nick knows her well enough to pick up on the undercurrent of amusement there. “Odd place to hang out for a married man.”

He goes a little red at that, flushing up to his eyebrows and she steals his Budweiser to cast her eyes over the crowd again as she sips, “Slider should be around here somewhere, I think you just missed him on the way to his latest crash and burn.”

The little guy clears his throat, for what must be at least the second time, if his uppity attitude is indicative of anything specific.

“Goose,” He announces, all bluster and no bite with those big teeth of his. “I think the Queen’s lost that lovin’ feeling.”

Beside her, Ice’s old friend blanches bony white. “Nope. No, Mav. She hasn't, she really hasn't.” He's making slicing motions across his neck and for a moment, she's concerned about his blood pressure and the vein twitching at his temple. “Mav,” He hisses, so low that she almost misses it, “No.”

“Actually, Goose.” Those bottle-green eyes fan over her, assessing for some soft spot that she doesn't have. She lets him try. “I think she has.”

The little thing grabs Nick by the wrist and drags him in the direction of the jukebox. Ice merely hums and lets them go, sipping on her free drink.

She doesn't expect the serenade, nor does she expect the way her heart bottoms out or the way her lips tremble against the cold glass of her bottle.

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips…

This maneuver is not recoverable and she can't eject.

Pete Mitchell is going to destroy her entire life, or maybe — he’ll give her a new one.

—

He does give her that new one, three years after they get married — Golda Helen Mitchell, named at a Zeved Habat for his mother and hers.

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Glossary of terms:

Zeved Habat — naming ceremony for a baby girl

Hadassah — Hebrew name for Queen Esther

zeeskeit — Yiddish term of endearment similar to sweetheart

Kashrut — kosher dietary laws

Rabbi — a leader, both religious and otherwise, in the Jewish community and a teacher

Aron — a casket

Tichel — the head covering of a Jewish woman after marriage

Bat Mitzvah — the coming of age for a Jewish girl

Shul — synagogue, Jewish place of worship

Alte Makhsheyfe — Yiddish insult meaning old witch

Alter cocker — Yiddish insult meaning (annoying) old person

#jewish iceman kazansky #Female Iceman Kazansky #icemav #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #Jewish culture/religion #top gun 1986 #Written by a Jew #Tw: death #Tw: child death #Tw: misogyny #Tw: adultery #Tw: language #Kit writes stuff

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gayvampyr · 2 years

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i actually hate when people interject with “the patriarchy hurts men too!” in every discussion about womens systemic oppression. like yeah, it does. but you don’t need to bring it up every single time we discuss misogyny as a reason people should *really* care about dismantling the patriarchy. like womens suffering isn’t enough of an issue, it has to affect men before it’s actually taken seriously. im just sick of having to cater to mens victim complex and validate their feelings of oppression before any real work can be done. isn’t it enough that we’re suffering? cuz it doesn’t feel like it is

#idk im rambly but i’ve been thinking this for a while now and honestly unless you’re talking about mens oppression on the intersection of an #alternate axis like race or sexuality #i don’t want to hear about it #‘men are oppressed because of toxic masculinity and gender roles!’ yeah forgive me if im not exactly weeping with sympathy for my oppressor #because the system that they use to oppress me is what keeps them in power but also tangentially hurts them #like the ways male privilege affects women vs men are on completely different planes #not at all comparable #text post #misogyny #feminism and stuff #top posts

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slaygentford · 8 months

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the thing about ulysses is I was either 19 or 20 when I read it the prof was shit I'd teach it literally in the absolutely opposite way that she did AND.... you have to either be a native of that time (1922) or have a really vast knowledge of the genuinely pop culture and "culture" and curriculum, literally the curriculum of an Irish school, of that time like you have to be a "native speaker" of that time. in order to truly read it. so it's dense and annoying as fuck and 89.99% referential which I still think is a great weakness, like a profound weakness. but time has done it NO services and I'm only realizing that almost a decade later in a reread now that I have over the course of my education just sort of without trying amassed all this stuff so that I'm as close to a native speaker of modern lit as I'm frankly interested in being. that it isnt actually that dense or purposefully baffling or anything like that at all. when its PRESENTED as being dense and here's five hundred appendices and this is a huge deal and you dont have the knowledge to understand it, of course youre going to instantly hate it. it should have been presented to me as like this is not in your native language just like Shakespeare initially isn't, but then you find the commonalities between you and the text and you start to bridge that gap. and then depending on when you encounter this text in your education the bridge will be greater or smaller. Joyce is annoying and self serious and yes pretentious but so vastly less pretentious in particular than I thought that like... in the first two chapters I was taking a look at all the notes and it was maddening because I was resisting it. but then I decided not to even look at them at all and just read and be present in the reading and suddenly I'm catching 90-some percent of the references and having a pretty good time with their meanings and lack thereof. so like basically I should run every university in the world

#the misogyny is still nigh unbearable and I feel deeply vindicated there bc Nabokov thought so too. so basically I'm a genius on top of #everything else

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