Some Gamechanger shows are like “we have brought together some of the absolute most talented people you have ever seen in your life in order to allow them to showcase their amazing skills in the guise of a friendly competition” and other Gamechanger shows are like “we are going to psychologically torment these people to see which one breaks first” and there’s no telling which is which until it’s too late
I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.
PSA: the guardian is not working on a hit piece on diy hrt, and claims they are are misinformation
on the 18th, this post appeared on 4chan's /lgbt/ (slurs in thread: link). a screenshot was posted to reddit, then to tumblr. you've probably seen it:
today, the 23rd, another screenshot popped up on various discord servers, then was reposted variously to twitter. it shows a supposed email from guardian journalist and notorious TERF Susanna Rustin, claiming as the original 4chan post does.
it's now been shared around, and it's with good intentions. the message is useful: don't share your personal information or medical data with journalists, especially ones that happen to be TERFs.
but the post does this through misinformation and fearmongering. i'm still waiting on my response by email from Rustin, but she's reiterated twice (once, twice) that she did not write the email and is not working on such a story. on the 19th, i talked to other guardian newsroom journalists, who said they also did not know of a story's existence.
the moral of the story: this is misinformation, and it's dangerous. it spreads a fine message here, but it does it through spreading anxiety and terror.
you can follow along with this post on my parallel thread on twitter. also calling on @wakewithgiggli to delete their original post!
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I’m feeling very songs for pierre chuvin pilled rn and man, this album doesn’t get enough love. it is THE covid album of all time.
“take note of what will be gone in the blink of an eye / the blue blue water the bone white sky” remember when we couldn’t fucking go outside?
“the places where we met to share our secrets now and then / we will see them again / change will come” remember when we couldn’t fucking SEE or HUG anyone? but we lived on the hope that we would be able to share space with the people we loved once again.
“the burden of exile gets easy to bear / sometimes forget there’s cities down there” remember when we couldn’t see anyone and it felt like life was always gonna be that way? it was so isolated, and you almost forgot it wasn’t always like that.
“profess keen interest in the welfare of the state / taste everything they feed you / say it tastes real great / spit it down your sleeve every time you get the chance” remember when the government was selling us the lie that everything was fine, that people weren’t dying in droves, that we were actually safe? how everything was normal, and we denied that lie as an act of rebellion. we continue to deny that lie.
“make it through this year if it kills you outright”. not I am going to make it through this year, YOU are. WE are. because it didn’t feel like it would ever end, but it did, and we live in a different world without so many of the people we love, but we did make it through that year. we’re here now.
what better way than to tell a story of survival from the perspective of a doomed people knowing they could never go back to the way it was before, losing their sacred spaces, being driven into exile. what could be more sacred than the community we lost. damn, but it hits.