Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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Moriarty underestimating Joan, to whom she referred as Sherlock’s “mascot,” is what leads to her undoing. Sherlock and Watson, in effect, turn their weaknesses into strengths: for Holmes, it’s his addiction; for Watson, it’s her novice status. In “The Woman,” Watson feared she wasn’t ready to handle investigations without Sherlock, though he’s quick to assure her that she’s simply underestimating her own abilities. In “Heroine,” Watson is every bit Sherlock’s equal, though Moriarty lacks Sherlock’s ability to see it. Ultimately, it’s Watson who serves as the true catalyst for Moriarty’s downfall, which is fitting, since Joan is the true human connection Holmes has made, not “Irene Adler.” This is solidified in the episode’s conclusion, as Sherlock names a rare species of bee after Watson: Newglassia Watsonia, the product of a bee thought incapable of pairing with other species. Not unlike Holmes, who initially resisted Watson’s partnership, yet now couldn’t possibly be without it. It’s a metaphor for their relationship that’s equal parts overt and beautiful. — Elementary Finale Recap at Rickey.org (via itsacrimescene)
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Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.
Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.
That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?
— Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via albinwonderland)
The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.
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— Alain de Botton
What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name? — Mark Strand, from “No Words Can Describe It” (via awritersruminations)
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