I promise you your outlook on life will be so much better if you occassionally take the time to be as impressed by things as you would if you'd never seen them before in your life.
Favorite thing about renaissance faires is that they have fuck all to to with the renaissance. This thang is not about historical anything this is about dressing up like a fairy and watching a joust
the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.
So I tried posting a thing to /r/TwoSentenceHorror. It was deleted. Unfortunately, the deletion message is a comment on the post, meaning I can't click through for any more context, but it appears to say:
This post was removed due to rule 3. In the context of your story, it is not inherently horrifying.
I... think these people do not understand horror as a genre, at all.
The post:
I'm running out of pages in my diary.
But it's okay, I checked and I have enough.
And I think if they want only things that are "inherently" horrifying, they've sort of misunderstood the point of the genre entirely, because a huge amount of good horror writing isn't exactly inherently horrifying, it's things where all the individual parts are maybe okay, but the combination of them has implications. Not every horror has to be slashers and gore and obviously identifiable spooky monsters!
I have seen complaints before about how aggressively mid the sub is, but this really brought home what's going on there.
one thing that really interests me is the idea of singing as an act of radical defiance and acceptance. You have the examples in media (ie the hanging tree in thg), but I've also read of the nuns in Nagasaki who, while lying in unimaginable pain in the atomic wreckage, died singing. I just read of three men who died in a concentration camp in WWII singing the Canticle of the Sun by St Francis of Assisi. You see it in the Magnificat (although perhaps not technically singing), and you see in it Of Gods and Men. I know these are mostly religious examples, but it's something that stuck with me because beauty, in being inherently dignified, can also be inherently defiant