"Catwoman is a prime example of the femme fatale (literally "dangerous woman") stock character. It's an archetype that goes way back to probably the first male to ever write a story right after a nasty breakup." -- Pulled from Cracked.com
Had a boyfriend once who was always going on about "ROAR, FEMINISM" in the most unintelligent and bullshit fashion that anyone ever could.
I guess there are points where suddenly you get into the problem of everyone making far too much out of every possible detail that ever existed.
And then of course, everything ends up being termed as feminist or anti-feminist or a cop-out.
Now if only the world could stop for a moment and think "Oh my, entertainment! How smashing!" instead of trying to relate everything - even down to Disney movies - back to feminism.
And let me say, I'm not defending anything here.
I just tend to believe that anyone who will run around crying as if they were set on fire about how terrible Disney is in portraying its women is roughly as stupid as someone who would let themselves be so influenced by a Disney cartoon that it really is damaging.
Let me also say that, with my two unfortunate experiences of "O MAI GOWD GUYZ ITS DISNEY AND THERE EVUL D<," I have not yet been proven wrong.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
33,031 Words - More than a little behind...
“Miss Lewis, be sure that such efforts are worth your while. He may not be waiting for you as you might hope. Apollo had me once and that was enough for him. He never came back for me, or for his children. We live a fraction of their lives – a laughable and forgettable span of time. When you can live forever, life becomes a game.”
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Since You've Been Gone
She thought of her life that morning.
All the things that had led her to where she was now.
She realized how it felt to be with someone who cared for her feelings - no more nights of angry phone calls with grown men acting like children as they threw petty tantrums and put her down.
No more feeling under-appreciated or putting forth effort that was never matched.
There was some relief to reminiscing.
Sure, they always said the true way to show you didn't care was to forget about it and let it go, but she liked reveling in the feeling of change and satisfaction.
There was something to remembering how he had been and moving forward with that full knowledge on her side.
Sometimes moving on with the memory felt better than leaving it behind.
"I could say that I'll always be here for you,
But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do,
I could says that I'll always have feelings for you
But I've got a life ahead of me, I'm only 22,
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage,
You always made it clear that you hated my friends,
You made me feel so guilty when I was running around with them,
And everything was always about being cool,
And now I've come to realise there's nothing cool about you at all,
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage"
-- "I Could Say," Lily Allen
All the things that had led her to where she was now.
She realized how it felt to be with someone who cared for her feelings - no more nights of angry phone calls with grown men acting like children as they threw petty tantrums and put her down.
No more feeling under-appreciated or putting forth effort that was never matched.
There was some relief to reminiscing.
Sure, they always said the true way to show you didn't care was to forget about it and let it go, but she liked reveling in the feeling of change and satisfaction.
There was something to remembering how he had been and moving forward with that full knowledge on her side.
Sometimes moving on with the memory felt better than leaving it behind.
But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do,
I could says that I'll always have feelings for you
But I've got a life ahead of me, I'm only 22,
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage,
You always made it clear that you hated my friends,
You made me feel so guilty when I was running around with them,
And everything was always about being cool,
And now I've come to realise there's nothing cool about you at all,
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage"
-- "I Could Say," Lily Allen
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
22,497 Words
He was torn on what he had wanted to see – he knew the mechanics of love better than anyone, and he knew that it rarely was as selfless as so many tried embellish it to be. Morals, legends, and romantics all would have agreed that his hope should be to find her happy despite his absence. That he should hope she had found something or someone else to fill his place in her heart, if he truly and honestly loved her.
The truth of love, however, was that it was often selfish and driven by desire. It was not at all that he wanted to see her torn by grief and fading away with want, but he could not imagine accepting it if she had pushed the departure from her heart and gone on without him. Love rarely took the form of wanting the object of one’s affections to be happy in any fashion. Much more common was the overwhelming desire to provide that happiness. Watching Psyche find joy and comfort in the arms of another, or without him at all regardless of another’s presence, would have hurt him greatly, because he was in love with her, and therefore some part of his heart inevitably wished her to only find joy and comfort with him.
The truth of love, however, was that it was often selfish and driven by desire. It was not at all that he wanted to see her torn by grief and fading away with want, but he could not imagine accepting it if she had pushed the departure from her heart and gone on without him. Love rarely took the form of wanting the object of one’s affections to be happy in any fashion. Much more common was the overwhelming desire to provide that happiness. Watching Psyche find joy and comfort in the arms of another, or without him at all regardless of another’s presence, would have hurt him greatly, because he was in love with her, and therefore some part of his heart inevitably wished her to only find joy and comfort with him.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
NaNo Break for other projects
I realized it then - the truth about Ben.
Kat had been right to warn me about him in the first place, but there's a point where passion takes over and the overriding of logic goes unnoticed.
I no longer saw a man who could move me with the slightest touch or perfect word.
I saw a man who was growing old before his time, with thinning hair and always a drink in hand. I saw a man headed toward alcoholism, who would never be happy because he was so skilled in making himself miserable, behind the cover of a pointless job every day and meaningless bar gatherings every night. I saw a man so obsessed with one thing, one person, that he would forever let it affect everything he thought and did.
I saw weakness and I finally saw someone who was everything I never wanted and never wanted to be with, which scared me. How could I have put so much into someone like that?
Dahlia continued giggling in that way she had. It was the way that I had fallen in love with at first, but now it just disgusted me.
"That's okay," I said eventually, looking up. Dahlia's giggling ceased and Ben raised his eyes to me. "It's okay. You know why?" I stood, and felt Kat take my hand. She had rarely offered comfort throughout it all, but I knew she considered me a friend to her and sensed that I needed the feeling of support. I ignored Dahlia, looking Ben directly in the eye. She didn't deserve attention. She was just a little girl playing games, and she could find someone new for that. It was Ben that I felt angry with, and betrayed by.
"I may be a joke to you, and that's okay." He kept a straight face. "Because you're a joke to everyone else."
I never saw his response to that. Kat tugged my hand, leading me out of the building.
I had expected to feel heartbreak, or anger. I had expected to be overwhelmed with breaking off from him.
But at that moment, the only feeling I had was of freedom.
The story was almost over.
"It's the same old story-
all of the glory is a pantomime;
if you're looking for love in a looking glass world,
it's pretty hard to find"
Kat had been right to warn me about him in the first place, but there's a point where passion takes over and the overriding of logic goes unnoticed.
I no longer saw a man who could move me with the slightest touch or perfect word.
I saw a man who was growing old before his time, with thinning hair and always a drink in hand. I saw a man headed toward alcoholism, who would never be happy because he was so skilled in making himself miserable, behind the cover of a pointless job every day and meaningless bar gatherings every night. I saw a man so obsessed with one thing, one person, that he would forever let it affect everything he thought and did.
I saw weakness and I finally saw someone who was everything I never wanted and never wanted to be with, which scared me. How could I have put so much into someone like that?
Dahlia continued giggling in that way she had. It was the way that I had fallen in love with at first, but now it just disgusted me.
"That's okay," I said eventually, looking up. Dahlia's giggling ceased and Ben raised his eyes to me. "It's okay. You know why?" I stood, and felt Kat take my hand. She had rarely offered comfort throughout it all, but I knew she considered me a friend to her and sensed that I needed the feeling of support. I ignored Dahlia, looking Ben directly in the eye. She didn't deserve attention. She was just a little girl playing games, and she could find someone new for that. It was Ben that I felt angry with, and betrayed by.
"I may be a joke to you, and that's okay." He kept a straight face. "Because you're a joke to everyone else."
I never saw his response to that. Kat tugged my hand, leading me out of the building.
I had expected to feel heartbreak, or anger. I had expected to be overwhelmed with breaking off from him.
But at that moment, the only feeling I had was of freedom.
The story was almost over.
all of the glory is a pantomime;
if you're looking for love in a looking glass world,
it's pretty hard to find"
Saturday, November 14, 2009
21,136 Words
“Oh, it’ll be fun!” She cried enthusiastically. “Have you ever been to Paris? I’ve been to Paris! It’s lovely! Oh, it’ll be just like a sleepover, you’ll see – will you tell some of those fancy stories your brother was telling on the train? I’d like that!” Psyche blinked, unsure of how to respond. Instead she focused on what she had been wondering when Madame Chiu had called Kay into the room.
“Why did she call you Lei?”
“Oh. That’s my real name.” Kay crinkled her nose at the word “real.” “I don’t really like it. Sounds too stuffy and pretty. So I call myself Kay instead! But don’t tell grandmamma. Jun once decided it would be cute to call herself JunJun as a nickname. Grandmamma got so mad! She started saying all these things about how names are gifts from heaven and you shouldn’t be allowed to play with them like they’re toys. Personally I think that’s silly – JunJun would have been adorable! Perfect for Jun’s personality. Kind of like Kay is perfect for mine!” Kay always seemed to be going a mile a minute, leaving nearly no room for Psyche to jump in. Instead she just tried to keep up with what was being said.
When Madame Chiu came back upstairs, Psyche had honestly lost track of what she was talking about now, and was a bit grateful for the interruption. Kay certainly was likeable, but the amount of energy it took to keep up with her was quite intimidating.
Madame Chiu held out a change-purse. “That should be enough to take care of your travel and necessary expenses. Miss Lewis, will you need to return home before you leave?” Psyche nodded, reminding Madame Chiu that her younger brother had also come to London. “Kay, take the train back with Psyche so that she will not need to come back to London before departing.” Kay bounced again and Madame Chiu gave the softest smile that Psyche had seen from her yet. “Both of you be careful. The French can be bitter creatures. Especially when it comes to the English, Miss Lewis.”
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Going slowly. It would help if I didn't have a rather painful issue at the moment which requires some heavy painkillers. But I'm having fun writing, my friends are amazing, and my boyfriend is a dream.
So I don't mind the pain.
Afterall, it could be worse.
Haha, oh god... it could be way worse.
Sometimes you don't realize what you have until it's gone. And sometimes that is a very, very, very good thing.
Not to mention at least my significant other will openly say he's dating me. That's always a plus.
“Why did she call you Lei?”
“Oh. That’s my real name.” Kay crinkled her nose at the word “real.” “I don’t really like it. Sounds too stuffy and pretty. So I call myself Kay instead! But don’t tell grandmamma. Jun once decided it would be cute to call herself JunJun as a nickname. Grandmamma got so mad! She started saying all these things about how names are gifts from heaven and you shouldn’t be allowed to play with them like they’re toys. Personally I think that’s silly – JunJun would have been adorable! Perfect for Jun’s personality. Kind of like Kay is perfect for mine!” Kay always seemed to be going a mile a minute, leaving nearly no room for Psyche to jump in. Instead she just tried to keep up with what was being said.
When Madame Chiu came back upstairs, Psyche had honestly lost track of what she was talking about now, and was a bit grateful for the interruption. Kay certainly was likeable, but the amount of energy it took to keep up with her was quite intimidating.
Madame Chiu held out a change-purse. “That should be enough to take care of your travel and necessary expenses. Miss Lewis, will you need to return home before you leave?” Psyche nodded, reminding Madame Chiu that her younger brother had also come to London. “Kay, take the train back with Psyche so that she will not need to come back to London before departing.” Kay bounced again and Madame Chiu gave the softest smile that Psyche had seen from her yet. “Both of you be careful. The French can be bitter creatures. Especially when it comes to the English, Miss Lewis.”
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Going slowly. It would help if I didn't have a rather painful issue at the moment which requires some heavy painkillers. But I'm having fun writing, my friends are amazing, and my boyfriend is a dream.
So I don't mind the pain.
Afterall, it could be worse.
Haha, oh god... it could be way worse.
Sometimes you don't realize what you have until it's gone. And sometimes that is a very, very, very good thing.
Not to mention at least my significant other will openly say he's dating me. That's always a plus.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Because following "head" with "shaft" sounded far too phallic after good smut.
11,721 words
The next morning, she awoke nude beneath the blankets. On the pillow next to her there was a single arrow, a red ribbon tied beneath its head, with the name Teodore carved delicately into the stem.
She knew it then.
Heart in pieces and mind filled with memories of the previous night, Psyche stared at the empty right side of the bed. Eros was gone – fled to the place from which he had come.
She was alone now.
The next morning, she awoke nude beneath the blankets. On the pillow next to her there was a single arrow, a red ribbon tied beneath its head, with the name Teodore carved delicately into the stem.
She knew it then.
Heart in pieces and mind filled with memories of the previous night, Psyche stared at the empty right side of the bed. Eros was gone – fled to the place from which he had come.
She was alone now.
Shut off my heart, please.
10,684 words.
She pressed her body against his with so much force that he stumbled backward into the desk, catching himself on its edge with his hands. A book hit the floor loudly, but Psyche didn’t let go, her hands moving to clutch the fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t let go now - for everything she knew, the moment she let go of him he would be out of her reach forever. He was hers and she was his and no one was going to take them away from each other because it just wasn’t fair.
“I need you." The words were out of her mouth without her mind's permission. "I need you so much.”
She pressed her body against his with so much force that he stumbled backward into the desk, catching himself on its edge with his hands. A book hit the floor loudly, but Psyche didn’t let go, her hands moving to clutch the fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t let go now - for everything she knew, the moment she let go of him he would be out of her reach forever. He was hers and she was his and no one was going to take them away from each other because it just wasn’t fair.
“I need you." The words were out of her mouth without her mind's permission. "I need you so much.”
Monday, November 2, 2009
5,234 words so far!
Cynics in the world often said that love at first sight doesn’t exist, but if he made love at first sight, didn’t that mean that it might be somewhere in the cosmos on its own? It was a law of reality that one cannot make something out of nothing, so the materials were out there, in the forests and oceans, in the skies and on moutaintops. It did not seem so unbelievable that they could put themselves together without him. Love and adoration and the joining of hearts happened without his help all the time.
He wanted to believe in these affections and their ability to develop without time, because he knew that feeling by now after seeing it in so many others. He knew what it meant and where it was supposed to lead.
He knew then, that he was in love.
He wanted to believe in these affections and their ability to develop without time, because he knew that feeling by now after seeing it in so many others. He knew what it meant and where it was supposed to lead.
He knew then, that he was in love.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Ah, the temporary farewell.
While I am unfortunately awake, disliking the feeling of knowing I drank slightly more than I should've last night but loving that I had the best Halloween that I ever have (finally one that was neither spent at a party, nor doing the honorable thing for the children) and the fact that I've once again seen outright proof that certain people definitely are not high-quality enough to fit in my life, I am going to make my mini "goodbye! See you in December!" note.
I might be back to post up bits and pieces of my NaNo novel (and really I don't think anyone actively comes here so perhaps no one will even notice. I don't like whoring out my blogs because at some point it just starts to seem self-involved, I guess) but otherwise I will be gone to focus on schoolwork while striving for over 50k.
Have a good November, and good luck to all the other NaNo participants!
I might be back to post up bits and pieces of my NaNo novel (and really I don't think anyone actively comes here so perhaps no one will even notice. I don't like whoring out my blogs because at some point it just starts to seem self-involved, I guess) but otherwise I will be gone to focus on schoolwork while striving for over 50k.
Have a good November, and good luck to all the other NaNo participants!
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