“Gamers get hella uncomfortable over male sexuality too. Can you imagine a “good male character who just happens to be wearing sexually exploitative outfits because he’s ok with his masculinity?” Constantly has the camera pan lovingly over his asscrack and firm glutes, and big ole dangly ballsack that is totes sweaty from all this MMA and soldiering. Time to hit the showers, and do you, personally, think it’s ok to have a long slow pan up the dude’s package (indiscreetly hidden in a jock of course), to his chiseled physique and erect nipples (pierced). He’s not even a Bond-esque confident man, he’s basically a weird Bowie caricature that’s constantly having near-dickslips in every single cinematic as the completely nonsexualized female characters do their business of being gruff and shooting dudes and advancing the plot. Finally, at the end he falls in love (out of nowhere) and/or is killed by the big baddie.”—a forum post I read recently, trying to give a solid example of what ‘male objectification in gaming ’ would actually look like if it was anything equivalent to current female objectification in gaming. (via nothingbutsurrender)
I love how my mum came back from hospital yesterday and all she’s done is pick on me and only me, and my sister flat-out refused to help mum in and out of the shower or bathroom. It’s not pleasant, but we all have to make sacrifices. God I love my family.
"Doesn’t it ever bother you that all our wives dreams come true, and ours don’t? I mean look at Maggie. When she was a little girl she played house, you bought her a house! She probably played with an ezy-bake oven, you bought her a Viking! She wanted to be a mummy, you made her a mummy with your penis!"
That just sums up the stupid Middle Male America view of women. I’m sure they had other plans. Perhaps a career? Ever thought of that? Not all girls play with doll houses, or play baking, or play with baby dolls either. And just cos they didn’t doesn’t make them butch or unfeminine. Neither does not wanting to be a stay at home mum or trophy housewife.
UGH there are so many things wrong with this movie. I fuckin’ hate it.
I kind of wish my boyfriend loved me the way the people in movies do… all swoon-y and yearn-y. But I don’t think he talks to his friends about me like the guys do in the movies. No “She’s amazing”, “I love the way she -” or anything like that.
Awkward moment when you watch marriage rom-coms or chick flicks and you cry, not because of the regular reasons, but because neither of your parents are going to be there to experience the important moments with you.