Now, videogames haven’t made me violent, but they have made me feel like I’m supposed to pick this up.
Why do men feel threatened by women?” I asked a male friend of mine. (I love that wonderful rhetorical device, “a male friend of mine.” It’s often used by female journalists when they want to say something particularly bitchy but don’t want to be held responsible for it themselves. It also lets people know that you do have male friends, that you aren’t one of those fire-breathing mythical monsters, The Radical Feminists, who walk around with little pairs of scissors and kick men in the shins if they open doors for you. “A male friend of mine” also gives—let us admit it—a certain weight to the opinions expressed.) So this male friend of mine, who does by the way exist, conveniently entered into the following dialogue. “I mean,” I said, “men are bigger, most of the time, they can run faster, strangle better, and they have on the average a lot more money and power.” “They’re afraid women will laugh at them,” he said. “Undercut their world view.” Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, “Why do women feel threatened by men?” “They’re afraid of being killed,” they said.
Margaret Atwood, Second Words: Selected Critical Prose (1983), pg. 413.
You’ve probably heard the punchline before, but here’s the full context for the quote. (via muffinw)
Newly completed scale dragon tail with mottled red stripes on a black background, plus a full line of spikes down the spine. The last photo I really liked because it showed off the swinging motion of the tail so well.
I also just finished writing up my tail ordering guide and posting it on this blog. If you’re interested, check it out: http://armoreddragon.tumblr.com/tails
People get mad when you treat them how they treat you.
It’s beautiful outside. What a perfect day to sit at my computer with the curtains closed.