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doppleganger1of2-blog · 5 years ago

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What cult/gang/group/life style support positive body image cause I want to join! Like, girls, let’s seriously kick this man culture to the curb. This makeup (which gives us acne) and look pretty (which we already are) and high heal shoes and tight dresses (which are so uncomfortable and just make us cold. Seriously, you know how cold you are on a daily basis are feet can produce ice against are will. )Those dresses freeze us out but we wear them as fashion icons. They were designed by men for men gaze. If they were designed by us they’d have pockets and be made of materials that do not scratch and irritate our skin. Like girl you look bomb in the siquince but that stuff scratches and cuts you and only you somehow. Like it doesn’t even evade unwanted touch. I want something that’s pretty but if you touch me without my permission will leave your finders bleeding but not my own body. I want comerciales designed for female eyes not men. I want bras that work. I want the bra pads not to move or invert in the wash. I want to feel like the cotton isn’t absorbing my sweat when I workout and growing specimens like a Petri dish. I want bathing suits with good support. I want bras to look cute but be practical. Most wires hurt and lace itches that normrodity can go. I want underwear that makes since. I want pants with pockets. And dresses and skirts on that note! You know like men get. Where they can actually utalize them. Not all women carry purses. I don’t. My crap goes in my pocket. And I want pockets that can carry tazzers but guess what they don’t exist. A man wants my wallet say let me grab it and grab your tazer. They get lost in purses. And if someone is attaxkig you or steels your purse. You’d have it on you. In your pocket on your person. Someone grabs you from behind slip into your back pocket and give that dirt bag the shock of his life. Men were pants as an accessory, but fashion deems us, woman, as an accessory to be adorned! Jewelry, brackets, rings, makeup, and the abandoning of our own comfert in the name of fashion. I’m sick of it. Jewelry was the only way for women to have tradable income, back in the day. This was how they ensured money in a pinch. They couldn’t own land they couldn’t own anything. This was there life line. So stop letting people push these old desires/ assumptions onto you. ( if you like it. Girl keep going I suport.) the one lace I wear almost daily cost me $20. I bought myself because I liked it. Heraldry doesn’t have to be expensive to be both practical and relevant to your unique/individual desires.

Back to tazers and assault for a second. Girls need to know that man culture also relates to places they go. They need to know that they are potential victoms every time they walk out the door. It’s not right but it is the world right now (hopefully not someday). Some Men believe you are objects for there glorified pleasure. And that’s because society supports it. Porn has been on the rise for years decades even. The generation following the last exhibits more interest in it. Why? Because there fathers were corrupted by it and passed it to there boys. Because they saw there mothers being mistreated and now do the same. Porn has risen and mature manlyhood has fallen. The sex industry makes money off of desperate women (not always, but mostly. Hence why sex trafficking occurrs mostly to women and children. They are vulnerable and sometimes desperate.). You go to a bar and your drink has more alcohol then five beers. The man your with is not even buzzed and your tipsy. Girl your a target, and nobody wants to talk about it! Men get to brag about not being light weights as they drink seven beers but they’re hardly even drinking alchohol. You are straight up chugging it and if you have seven you’ll probably have alchohol poisoning or poisoning from whatever was slipped in your third drink. You all are bosses for consuming more then them but they will never tell you that. In fact they’ll brag that they can do more and slowly laugh as you spiral into incongnivity trying to win a race you were already leading by a mile. It’s ludicrous. And again men’s bravado is a women’s demise. Culture tells us we’re loosing. We’re behind. But I don’t think so. I want to think we are just more easily pleased. Money is not our goal friendship and compassion are. Big houses don’t excit us because we have to clean them. Tons of kids are not bragging chips but pain exhorted from our bodies and little people who need fed and given adequate, positive affection. Nice cars, pools, and extra stuff all requires maintenance and care. We keep track of money and we know how to mandage it. We like to have a safety net. We don’t like spending it all at one place. We want to make sure we are finncily stable. Boys (not men) don’t live for the future they live for the now. And they want to drag us into that mayhem and destruction with them. But we’re more content planning for the future. Preparing for a family (if your into that sort of thing). We want to take care of us. And backup plans and safety nets give us that comfert we desire. Loud night do not give us the connections to our friends we want. Dang you can hardly talk. We like coffe shops because there civil. We don’t get touched there and at least we can remember what was discussed when we go to bed that night.

If you like jerlrey, great!! Buy it in hords! Be like a content and powerful dragon guarding its hoard. If you like dresses buy them. If you love makup because it gives you an outlet to be creative, you are the type of artist I sit back and marvel at. You take my breath away and I am aghast are you talent but repulsed at the amount of money you probably had to spend to show your talent. Because makup prices are redoculous. And why is that? We are a commodity. They Tax our own freaking pads and tampons because they are ‘unecesary’. Then they pitch us commercials telling us to look prettier so they can tax us more. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of movies pitching clubs as the places to go. I’m tired of children thinking they have to be cool to be rebellious. And I’m tired of girls not being told that makup and parties are not a have to. They are a possibility but not a must! Many people don’t and that’s normal too.

I’m 20 and I hardly wear makuo. Nor have I ever been in a healthy relationship (that’s a different rant, girls need more support and direction when navigating friendships and relationships, we get too focused on one person we end up alone when they are gone-stupid manipulative men who want us all to themselves). There are days we need that boost. There are days to wake up dress cute put on our war paint and concer the world. And if you need to do that everyday then do it! But I don’t. I don’t because when I wear makup I start tearing myself apart. I start falling in love with this dolled up face. I like it better then my own. And I don’t like it. Cause once I attack my face. I attack my nose, my two slightly, slanted teeth, my toned and non-feminine arms, my soccer thighs, and the pudg in my midriff. Then what am I left with? I get depressed. This is not an incentive for me to work out. This destruction is not, “oh, I should probably start training for another 5K to stay healthy and give myself a goal” it’s “ i hate this and this and this. And oh that’s unattractive and that’s embarising and eww why does my body have this.” That’s not encouraging its degrading. Degrading leads to depressing. Which leads to eating! This is counter predictive. I wear baggy clothes and disheveled hair my face looks gorgeous and upkept against the rest of me. I look bomb. I talk myself up. Then I’m happy (and comfortable) and I may just be in a good enough mood to write, go for a walk and enjoy the day, talk with my mother, go shopping with sister, read a book, or go to Starbucks with a friend.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is. I need more positive females. Women who uplift each other and tear down this man centered world. Women who aren’t afraid to love all humanity (man, women, child, fetus, homeless man, stray dog on the street corner) recklessly. I just find girls more compassionate, loving, and hopeful before they try to keep up with and get the attention of the male gaze. I have the right to look the way I want. I have the right to dress the way I want and YOU DO TOO! I want more women in fashion and for those brands to be more popular. Because a women knows what a women needs in her day to day life. She knows how we move and function. She knows diversity is a thing in color, size, and style. She knows that people are different and brands need to equate that. We are social beings; we discuss problems. So now I just need to know whose salving them for us. I need to be able to see girls unique fashion. I’m tired of popular trends. We all look the same and we are NOT ALL THE SAME. I want more diversity and for everyone to feel comfortable expressing there uniqueness. Your hair is not my volocity or density nor is your skin. Our clothes don’t have to match. You do you! You look how you want. If that shirt with the hole in it makes you happy I’ll keep my opinions where they belong. If that style makes you feel tough then you are just that. Girls should not identify themselves by labels. You don’t look or act a certain way because someone stereotyped you. You are a certain way and someone tried to catigorize you. Laugh in there face and walk out of that box nothing contains nor defines us except for what we deem worthy.

#You are power, You are fright, Be a dragon in the night!

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doppleganger1of2-blog · 5 years ago

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Immortal Husbands mental trauma:

Nicky is seen in the movie “The Old Guard” as more of the caring and nurturing of him and Joe. Nicky shows Nile her bed in the house. Nicky insists that Nile shares her nightmare with the group. Near the end of the movie after Nile jumps out the window, Nicky is the first to run and aid her. Even after Booker passed Nile over to Andy, Nicky still stayed behind the two, put his hand reassuringly on Nile’s back and checked over his shoulder to make sure the girls were safe and nothing else was coming.

I feel Nicky is the introvert. He is only talkative with the people he knows and loves. He’s a book snob dedicated to medicine and education and facts. He said more than is ever remembered in the movie. He talks more than Joe but upon my first viewing Nicks lines were overshadowed by Joe’s passages and sarcasm.

Nicky also has depression and quiet anxiety. I feel he doesn’t feel completely useful to the team and that’s why he always tries to answer their questions, encourage them to have a purpose by doing good in the world, and always is there first to volunteer assistance. He has sunken in eyes from long days and nights of mentall restlessness; explaining why he tried to help ease Nile’s nightmare and also why he was the first to get out of bed and decided if Nile and Andy weren’t sleeping he might as well go read a book, which was followed by Joe and Booker who decided to watch the soccer/football game.

As a depressed individual, Nicky would LOVE sleep. So him staying up with the others is a huge sacrifice and expression of empathy. He wouldn’t be able to sleep re-dwelling on Quynh. Did the book possibly have something to do with him trying to find her body?? This also explains why Nicky was nodding off in the plane and why he was the last to wake up in the truck even though he was the farthest from the blast.

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Now to Joe. Joe is a bit different. Joe wears a mask and always tries to be the team’s comic relief. Joe also has anxiety, probably depression and undoubtably PTSD. Unlike Nicky, Joe’s depression can be temporarily subdued by being around people. Nicky on the other hand wouldn’t feel intense freedom no matter how much love he receives, rather he needs solitude, and that leads to aggravation and guilt.

Joe always shares a humorous comment such as: “bed head?”, “champagne?”, “we killed each other”, “😉”, “Guess not”, “he called you a mouse, Nicky” ... joe can’t handle the serious moments. When Nile fell from the roof and was mangled in the car Joe could hardly look at her and was not capable of helping. it even took him a hot second before he could make the “faster than the elevator” joke.

Joe is more extroverted, loud, confident, and a firm believer in justice; this is why we remember his movie lines more. He has epic one liners and an adorable adoration monelouge all because he believes the soldiers should understand the truth, and that’s why he’s so quick to correct them while Nicky gets silently frustrated.

Nicky bottle sup his emotions until he explodes where as you always now how Joe feels. Justice to Joe is leaving Booker strapped to a table to be experimented on since that’s what he’d done to them. Joe’s not quick to forget hence his never - ending dirty looks at Booker the rest of the film. Justice is him killing the commander for “killing” / shooting Nicky. Justice is leaving Booker alone with himself as his greatest adversary, for he couldn’t appreciate the family he had in front of him.

Joe sees himself as one of the groups primary protectors and Andy’s right hand man. Joe’s shotgun in the car, after losing Booker joe reassuringly places his hand on Andy’s back in the stairs, he mean mugs Coply in the final scenes with the warning of “she’s not asking”. Joe would feel endless pressure to rise to the occasion, know when everyone else is hurting, but feel hidden deep within himself unable to ask for emotional assistance in return for his own demons. So he has outlets art:Drawing, painting, sketching, sarcasm, embarrassing people (picking them up in a hug, calling out the lovers past/ shameful history, making jokes at unreasonable times (Nicky is unamused by the mouse 🐁 comparison during the kidnapping), or waiting an entire fight to spit out a bullet casing....

Idk just some thoughts. Obviously the core four all have PTSD from all of their battles, deaths, pain, fears, and nightmares, but I decided to focus on Nicky and Joe for these. Let me know what y’all think?!???

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