harry and hermione’s relationship is so important because it shows that two characters can love each other deeply but not in a romantic way and there are not enough boy/girl unconditional, innocent friendships like that in books and that is why i am refusing to accept that J.K. wanted them together
"You think I’m a bitch? A tart? No, you must be thinking I’m a slut."
“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.” [x]
the appropriate response to slut-shaming [x]
Reporter: When girls are young they like the attention guys give them, but then when they get older they start shouting and saying they’ve been exploited.
Pari: Are we torturing you? We are forcing you to be with us? I’m sorry that you are so tortured.
pumpkin spice latte in hindi sounds like some sabzi/curry
kaddu masala latte
I remember laughing out loud the first time I watched the music video for “Sheila Ki Jawani.” I remember being taken aback by Katrina Kaif – per usual a paragon of all things sexy – thrusting herself at me with her midriff and cleavage and legs deliberately bared, while simultaneously telling me, emphatically and with no room for doubt, that she knows I want it but I’m never gonna get it. I’m never gonna get her body. I remember delightedly grappling with the cognitive dissonance Sheila created, her tongue firmly in cheek.
“Main tere haath na aani” sounded to me like an empowering and explicit withholding of consent. And to see it sung by a scantily clad, pelvic-thrusting woman was to be told: Look, I can be as overtly sexual and “immodest” as I want to and still not grant you any further physical permissions.
I remember getting predictably addicted to the criminally catchy tune, but remaining pleasantly surprised by the very, very progressive message I perceived: Sheila will allow you some access to her body. Sheila will flaunt her body. Sheila will be totally thrilled for you to look at her body. But anything you do with Sheila’s body will be decidedly, nonnegotiably on Sheila’s terms. Don’t even think about assuming otherwise.”
me in real life
R.I.P to all the friendships where we acted like lovers at some point, and now we barely talk.