Nowadays the princesses all know kung fu, and yet they’re still the same princesses. They’re still love interests, still the one girl in a team of five boys, and they’re all kind of the same. They march on screen, punch someone to show how they don’t take no shit, throw around a couple of one-liners or forcibly kiss someone because getting consent is for wimps, and then with ladylike discretion they back out of the narrative’s way.

On the posters they’re posed way in the back of the shot behind the men, in the trailers they may pout or smile or kick things, but they remain silent. Their strength lets them, briefly, dominate bystanders but never dominate the plot. It’s an anodyne, a sop, a Trojan Horse – it’s there to distract and confuse you, so you forget to ask for more.

Sophia McDougall  (via feministquotes)

dannyrandy:

utheneran:

the biggest fuckup was naming time periods after an intrinsically relative notion like “modern” like congratulations asshole now you locked us into a bunch of relational shittery like “premodern” “postmodern” “postpostmodern” “extrapostmodern” when will it fucking end will we enter some new post(post)modern level of irony where we just start innovating new affixes to append to the term just to make it even less comprehensible because that’s some doublepostextramodern shit if i ever heard some

no joke our current era is tentatively called metamodern