“For those who’ve come across the seas,
We’ve boundless plains to share,
Unless you’ve come across the seas from anywhere other than Britain,
In which case you can just fuck right off.”
The second verse of the Australian National Anthem (as amended by Tony Abbott)

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“Natasha - portrayed by Scarlett Johansson - is strong, smart, quick-thinking and resilient, and is entirely skilled at manipulating others’ foolhardy perceptions of her weaknesses to her advantage. She kicks ass, she holds her own and she fights with as much skill and tenacity as any of the other Avengers.

…Her character and her story deserve to stand on their own merits. The story of the Black Widow deserves to be as integral to the ongoing arc of Marvel’s Cinematic Universe as that of any of her male counterparts.

The message needs to be sent loud and clear to every fan of Marvel, of superheroes, of action movies: Scarlett Johansson’s Natasha Romanoff, as a female character, is just as deserving and capable of having her own film franchise as any of the men she fights alongside. To indicate otherwise would be unacceptable.”

"I Blew All My Covers" Natasha Romanoff has Earned her own Movie [x]

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When they say Africa is poor…


When they say Africa is poor…

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Old envelop

Here is something special. It is an opened envelop that I fished out of a box of medieval archival remainders in the archives of the Dutch city of Maastricht. I was looking for unknown fragments of medieval manuscripts, while wading through piles of old binding materials like the stack shown in the lower image. The envelop appears to have been ripped open and in that state it remains. It is post-medieval and dates from the 19th century.

It is special for its original contents. Casual handwriting states what that was: a medal (“Médaille de Ste Hélène”) offered to one Gerard Timmermans, previously a soldier (“ancien. militaire”) in the army of “L’Empereur Napoléon I” - emperor Napoleon. The St Helene medal was offered by the later Napoleon III (d. 1871) to soldiers who had participated in the campaigns of Napoleon Bonaparte, veterans that were addressed as “Remnants of the Great Army”.

The envelop is really not supposed to exist anymore: it is a miracle that it was not thrown out. I like to think it was received with a shout of surprise, opened up and put aside, while the medal was fixed to the recipients coat. How great that that moment of joy is captured by an old envelop placed in a box of archival material, waiting for discovery.

Pic (my own): Maastricht, Regionaal Historisch Centrum,18.A Box 543 Varia. More about the (now lost) medal here (with a pic). This is the archive where I found it.

Over the years, Janet had become a seasoned hero, a far cry from the ditzy thrill-seeker she had been while first teaming with Pym as Ant-Man. She continued service with the team after Hank’s fourth breakdown despite the tremendous stress of the situation.

During the conflict, the Wasp appeared to be seduced by Magneto after he captured her, but she was merely playing along in order to find out his plans. Temporarily overpowering Magneto and his new allies the X-Men, she escaped in an alien aircraft that soon crashed.


The woman who named the avengers is getting left out of the mcu

While her abuser gets a movie before anyone who isn’t a straight white male does.


Happy Batman Day!

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we have all read fanfiction that we shouldn’t have

“For many of these women, the reading experience begins from a place of seething rage. Take Sara Marcus’ initial impression of Jack Kerouac: “I remember putting On the Road down the first time a woman was mentioned. I was just like: ‘Fuck. You.’ I was probably 15 or 16. And over the coming years I realized that it was this canonical work, so I tried to return to it, but every time I was just like, ‘Fuck you.’” Tortorici had a similarly visceral reaction to Charles Bukowski: “I will never forget reading Bukowski’s Post Office and feeling so horrible, the way that the narrator describes the thickness of ugly women’s legs. I think it was the first time I felt like a book that I was trying to identify with rejected me. Though I did absorb it, and of course it made me hate my body or whatever.” Emily Witt turned to masculine texts to access a sexual language that was absent from books about women, but found herself turned off by their take: “many of the great classic coming-of-age novels about the female experience don’t openly discuss sex,” she says in No Regrets. “I read the ones by men instead, until I was like, ‘I cannot read another passage about masturbation. I can’t. It was like a pile of Kleenex.”

This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hyper-masculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives. These writers are celebrated by the society that we live in, even the one who stabbed his wife. In No Regrets, Elif Bautman talks about reading Henry Miller for the first time because she had a “serious crush” on a guy who said his were “the best books ever,” and that guy’s real-life recommendation exacerbated her distaste for the fictional. When she read Miller, “I felt so alienated by the books, and then thinking about this guy, and it was so hot and summertime … I just wanted to kill myself. … He compared women to soup.””

In No Regrets, women writers talk about what it was like to read literature’s “midcentury misogynists.” (via becauseiamawoman)

Here’s a fun thing you learn when you study literature: the western canon is not universally beloved. Those books are not the Truth any more than the New York Post is skilled journalism. The main reason they’re held in such high esteem is because they were written by boring white dudes with rage fantasies and boring white dudes with rage fantasies also happen to be largely in charge of deciding which books are deemed classics and taught forever in the American school system.
So if your boyfriend tells you he loves Kerouac then you tell your boyfriend Kerouac was a fucking second rate hack who wrote Beat style because he didn’t have the skill or talent to write any other way, which is probably also why he just copied every adolescent male wanderlust story since the beginning of time. That shit’s derivative and boring.

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"50 Shades of Grey: The Movie." Or, as I prefer to call it, "American Psycho 2: Watered-Down Problematic BDSM Boogaloo."