I care about the problems of men. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they have to be stoic beasts incapable of emotion. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they are lust-filled monsters incapable of controlling their own libidos. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they cannot be raped or assaulted because the patriarchy believes women are too weak and inferior to be dangerous.
Feminists did not do this to you, other men did.
Tattoo this onto my knuckles so it is read by the patriarchy as I fight for equal rights. And if I fall in the war, carve out my bones and use them as weapons so I may continue the battle.
no seriously let’s lay this all out
- Sansa starts the series at eleven years old and is currently thirteen
- She is currently the successor to Winterfell, the Lady of Casterly Rock, in line for Riverrun and near to becoming the ruler of the Eyrie
- She managed to trick her…
Gustaff Behr investigates just how many there actually are.
something i’ve always wondered about asoiaf: the starks are all “we’re wolves!” and the greyjoys are “we’re krakens!” and the lannisters refer to themselves as lions alarmingly frequently and then you have dany who i’m 98% sure believes she is a winged, fire-breaking dragon
but what about some of these other houses right like what about house redwyne are they like “aw yeah we’re grapes” or house selmy “we’re fuckin’ wheat y’all, watch the fuck out” like
I think where otherwise interesting critique loses me is when reasonable critique of the thing becomes “and so, in conclusion, if you liked this you’re wrong/flawed/unenlightened/shallow” - when it becomes about establishing hierarchies of taste. There are so many reasons that people have an alternative take on something, and while they can sometimes be generalized, this kind of generalization (the one that pits my good interpretation against your bad/flawed/mistaken/whatever one) seems to be where a whole lot of unnecessary angst and drama is born.