Okay real talk from someone who’s worked in the fast food industry — NEVER ORDER UNSALTED FRIES IN THE DRIVE-THRU. Every time an order for unsalted fries comes through, we have to make a brand new batch of fries and that takes a long time. We can’t make a new batch of fries in the time it takes you to pull up to the window. If you order unsalted fries in the drive through, you will keep yourself and everyone else in line waiting for at least five minutes and as a result, employees will get in trouble because the line is not moving. Managers won’t care that someone ordered unsalted fries in the drive through and that employees didn’t have time to make fresh fries, they’ll care that the line isn’t moving and they’ll take that out on their employees.
tl;dr IF YOU NEED TO ORDER UNSALTED FRIES BECAUSE YOU WANT THEM FRESH OR CAN’T HANDLE SALT, WALK INSIDE THE BUILDING AND ORDER THEM TO GO. OTHERWISE INNOCENT EMPLOYEES WILL GET IN TROUBLE WITH MANAGEMENT FOR SOMETHING THAT’S NOT THEIR FAULT.
who has the time to eat ice cream before they vomit
“You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.”
You’ve heard of this girl before, her name is Summer or Alaska or something else that sounds cutesy and different because she’s always trying to define herself as not being like ‘other girls’. The girl who reads doesn’t shop, watch sports, play video games or anything else that she deems to be beneath her. She buys books instead of clothes because who needs to be dressed, she is obviously lying if she says she understands Ulysses and doesn’t find a strange man sitting down beside her in a coffeeshop and buying her a drink even though she doesn’t want one to be predatory behavior. It’s okay to lie to or fail her because she confuses real life with fiction, wanting conflict right before the climax and then a sugar-coated happy ending.
She isn’t a girl at all. She’s an idealized portrait of the already idealized trope of the manic pixie dream girl who only exists to serve as a love interest and teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life’s many mysteries. Women do not exist to complete you or give your life meaning. It is not our job to get you to see the world with ‘renewed eyes’ and we certainly do not live just for you to project your half-baked obsessive fantasies on us and then call us foul names when we don’t fulfill them because excuse us if they’re your visions and not ours.
And the Girl who Reads is one of the more toxic incarnations of the MPDG because it tells girls that if we like clothes, boys, being around our friends , taking pride in our appearances or anything else that doesn’t seem ‘deep or intellectual’ that we’re catty and jealous. We’re constantly trying to tell ourselves that we’re not like the other girls as if there’s something wrong with them. We all want to seem special and different and quirky so that we’ll eventually find someone whose personality quirks align with ours and create a lasting love affair. The girls who are not like us are called horrible names and treated like they’re worthless as if what they choose to do with their life is our decision. And as girls we cannot help tearing each other down; we see another girl on the street and think ‘oh she’s prettier, skinnier, smarter, more popular, more athletic’.
With the Girl who Reads we measure a person’s worth based on how many John Green books are on their shelves or if they enjoy Bukowski. You do not have to be widely read or able to wax poetic about your favourite author for hours on end to be intelligent or interesting. But it is not the Girl who Reads who looks down on the girls who don’t and labels them as stupid, catty, vain, promiscuous or boring, it is the people who created the idea of her, they believe that because she is so deep and mysterious that her special snowflake syndrome will prevent judgments from being passed at her. Everybody wants to be different, everybody wants to be special but let me tell you something. You are exactly like those other girls; you all are made of the same atoms that make up the solar system but do not think that because you have nebulae in your bones that you are better than anyone else.
I am sick and tired of people romanticizing this belief that if you don’t read that you’re not worth being loved. There are countless people I know who don’t like reading and who are still worth being loved the same amount as the people who do. Tumblr users say that they want to live like the Girl who Reads and be suffocated by the amount of literature they own because clearly book hoarding is the best way to go. Great for you if you want to find someone who likes the same things as you to be in a relationship with, you should want that. But if being a hollowed out shell of a manic pixie dream girl is your ideal life then you need to think more about what it means. I refuse to be a blank canvas on which you draw out all your delusions of what life and love should feel like according to you. I do not exist to counterbalance you.
Stop looking for the Girl who Reads because you won’t find her. There are girls who read but they are not singularly formed archetypes constructed for your approval. Stop looking for someone who fits your 27 point idealized criteria of a person and find someone who’s real. Nobody ends a date by saying ‘wow I think you’re great and all but you’ve never read A Farewell to Arms so it’s not going to work out between us’. That’s just ridiculous. Date someone who makes you laugh so hard that you snort soda out of your nose and even when your shirt is soaked with carbonated bubbles they will still find you and your laugh cute when nobody else does. Date someone who understands when you’re upset with them that you are not just waiting for the plot to advance because the hero always fails at one point or another. Do not fail her, do not lie to her, because she won’t think ‘oh boy this is some conflict before the resolution’ she’ll just think you’re a jerk. Which you are. Date someone who you can love as a human and not as a fairytale. A Girl who Reads may be able to give you a world full of adventure and imagination but you know who could do that even better? A person who actually loves you .
And pardon if I’m more than a little irked by the fact that we can’t even love each other as humans anymore, pardon if I am a ‘raging feminist harpy’, pardon if I don’t want to be the dramatic backdrop to your trials and tribulations, pardon if I would rather people to see me as a person and not a walking, talking library . But I am 50 shades of done with the elitist belief that reading makes you worth more as a person and why is that? Because I am a girl who reads, I am a girl who writes but most importantly I am a girl.
the most fucked-up thing about this is that the ‘girl who reads’ exploits the real hurt and anger of women who feel like their intelligence and cultural capital are ignored, worthless because they can’t live up to the standard for beauty and social adeptness demanded of them, while at the same time making those women who enjoy or at least feel a certain comfort in their physicality and ability to read people feel as if now they’re found wanting - instead of opening up more ways in which a woman can be interesting, worthwhile, desirable in addition to her ability to conform to the dominant standard of beauty and know how to strike just the right balance of assertiveness to be confident, not pushy or needy, the right amount of sexiness to be neither frumpy nor slutty, it instead becomes one more dimension for every woman to be judged, torn down, found wanting.
like your mind switches through these current obsessions and once the hype kind of dies down, there’s always this one fandom that it switches back to when there’s nothing else new and it’s like always there without fail
Of course it doesn’t sound nice, but he’s saying “I love you”, and the translation of the subs is giving off a different meaning, and people are using that quote in gifsets and iT’S MAKING ME SO MAD
So this is a continuation of that one post which was about the massive cock-up that is the elves, men, and dwarves trying to parley. This one is about Bilbo, the Arkenstone, and how Bilbo and Thorin managed to fuck everything up even more—with help from Bard and Thranduil. Because that is apparently how things go. Like the previous post, this is going to divided into parts. First, the description of the Arkenstone, and what it actually is. Second, the reactions of Bilbo, Thorin, Thranduil, and Bard in relation to the Arkenstone. Third, the political maneuvering around the Arkenstone. Fourth, the introduction of Dain, and what Dain is doing. As before, there will be quotations galore—as well as cursing, general lack of respect for literature, ridiculously simplified parallels, and the occasional dirty joke.
[[I’m sorry for how long it’s taken to get this done. Life has been rather shitty, and it’s been hard to (a) find the time and (b) find any motivation.]]
This is a (very long) post about the massive cock-up leading to the Battle of the Five Armies.A cock-up in which everyone one (dwarves, elves, and men) played a huge role. Mostly because I’m sick of the gross simplification of the politics and economics surrounding the cock-up; also, Hobbit Fandom (esp. fanfics) has this huge thing for Thorin being ill with gold sickness, which is really arguable, but also totally not the reason for the cock-up.
This post is going to be divided into four parts. First, the characterization of Thranduil, Bard, Thorin, and Bilbo in relationship to treasure and specifically Smaug’s hoard. Second, the history of the dwarves and their surrounding allies in the Erebor region, and the effects of the loss of Erebor. Third, the interaction of Thorin’s dwarves with the elves and men. Fourth, the numerous confrontations at the front gate of Erebor. If this looks like it’s going to be pseudo-academic, that’s because, well, it is. I’m bored, and also I was rereading parts of The Hobbit today, while at the dentist. There’s even going to be quotations and potentially endnotes. Fuck yeah.
[Note: there’s cursing, as there always is when I talk; also, this is over 7,600 words long, so it’s—very long.]
[Also, I really fucking hate tumblr’s shitty excuse for formatting. Jesus fuck.]
all i want to be in life is this chill layabout thats really good at one thing which helps them breeze through stuff like work or school and besides that they dont really contribute to society or try or anything
