"I’m no longer watching television in which middle-aged men figure out how to be men. I’d rather watch shows about teenaged girls figuring out what it means to be a monster"

Kelly Link, in an interview from last year that has really stuck with me because of this line.  (via andrewasalways)

YES.

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Kelly Link is the greatest.

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Yes!

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These are the kind of super-attractive faces one makes while sprinting in sand after running 13.1 miles. 

"I urge you to please notice when you are happy."

— Kurt Vonnegut (via laviesepoursuit)

This is pretty nice right here.

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stuffmomnevertoldyou:

9 Menstruation Myths

Great news about bear attacks; not so great news about syncing up periods with your bestie.

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After.

After.

rifa:

for-redheads:

Professor X and Magneto

THEY ARE MAKING FUN OF EACH OTHER TOGETHER IT HURTS ME

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Before.

Before.

It’s a beautiful morning to run thirteen miles.

virtual-artifacts:

Another set of photos from excavations in Podlasie, Poland. 

We wear these masks because graves were pretty fresh, from ca. XVIII- XIX century…

Sometimes I do regret not finishing that forensic anth degree. And then I remember that I’m employed. 

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Goldie Blox goes deep for the Uncanny Valley.

Goldie Blox goes deep for the Uncanny Valley.

theneolistickid:

Bats illuminated by lightning

theneolistickid:

Bats illuminated by lightning

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So essentially, since I turned 40, I still wear a lot of black. But I also wear a lot of bright colors. Some of that is because all the great 80s jewel, fruit, and flower colors are back: tangerine, fuchsia, lime, amethyst. But I’ve just realized that some of it is because for a middle aged woman, demanding to be noticed is more radical than dressing punk.

My Least Favorite Trope

So basically this is franwilde's fault, because I was on a tear about it the other night and she told me I needed to write a blog post. So here's a blog post. (Does anybody even read blogs anymore? Tap, tap, is this thing on? “140 characters is all anyone will ever need.”)

My Least Favorite Trope (and this post will include spoilers for The Lego MovieGuardians of the GalaxyThe Matrix, Western Civilization, and—cod help me—Bulletproof Monk*.) is the thing where there’s an awesome, smart, wonderful, powerful female character who by all rights ought to be the Chosen One and the hero of the movie, who is tasked with taking care of some generally ineffectual male character who is, for reasons of wish fulfillment, actually the person the film focuses on. She mentors him, she teaches him, and she inevitably becomes his girlfriend… and he gets the job she wanted: he gets to be the Chosen One even though she’s obviously far more qualified. And all he has to do to get it and deserve it is Man Up and Take Responsibility.

And that’s it. Every god-damned time. The mere fact of naming the films above and naming the trope gives away the entire plot and character arc of every single movie.

I thought for a minute that Guardians of the Galaxy was going to pull off a subversion. They were so close. All they had to do was have somebody make the point that We Survived The Magic Radiation Because We All Worked Together, but no, it’s the pure fucking light of Chris Pratt’s Y chromosome that rescues the day again.

This is the part where I point out my love for Farscape, in part for not falling for this shit—in fact, for relentlessly subverting the Corn-Fed White American Dude Goes To Space And Brings American Values To The Natives narrative. In part by showing space and aliens driving Crichton nuts, and in part by surrounding him with endless competent awesome women.**

You know, I’ve taken a lot of responsibility in my life, and never once has it resulted in me becoming a Chosen One. I guess it’s the lack of a broken chromosome.

Anyway. So tired of that narrative. Somebody please write me the book or movie where it turns out that the chick was the Chosen One all along? 

*Remember Bulletproof Monk? Neither does anybody else, except me, and that’s because it pissed me off. It’s really fun to watch Toronto cosplay New York ineffectually throughout the movie, though.

**Also, one of my dearest friends and favorite people basically is Aeryn Sun, so yeah.

(via Covenant: A creepy sci-fi short story from the anthology Hieroglyph.)

Good year for the morning glories.