Let me tell you something: as someone who faces sexism on a very personal level, I have no interest in politely trying to educate misogynists when we live in a culture in which their misogyny has no repercussions. Our government is introducing bill after bill of offensive, woman-hating legislation, murder is still the leading cause of pregnant women, and rape is under-prosecuted at staggering numbers. Birth control is up for debate, governors are rolling back equal pay laws, and you think I have the energy to be polite to these people?
No.
Because it doesn’t do any good. There’s no evidence that being super nice to sexists, or racists, or homophobes, or bigots of any kind will make them see the error of their ways - it’ll just make them more comfortable to be around you because you’re playing by their rules.
My blog is one of the only times these people will face any repercussions for being bigots. And you know what? They can turn off the computer and go right back out into the world where they are sexist jackasses and people tolerate it or even encourage it. When I turn off the computer, I’m still in a world of sexist jackasses that are tolerated and even encouraged. There’s this culture of not having any accountability for being a bigot, and I’ve created one tiny space on the internet where that’s no longer true.
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I’m not gonna lie. I practically cheered when Rita said this. You know why? Because I am so, so happy that a mainstream, popular show is acknowledging the current climate of fear of Islam. Look at how Rita has conditioned herself to react with humour, because she genuinely thinks that people who find out that she’s Muslim will judge her negatively. This is the world we live in today. I’m not Muslim, but half my family are, and for years, I have been judged as being a terrorist just because I associate with Muslims. I have had to deal with people making judgements about my family. Insinuating that they are terrorists. Insinuating that I am a terrorist. Sometimes, not even insinuating. Islamophobia has become so widespread and, dare I say it, “accepted” that I don’t even see it subtly implied any more. So yeah, I was stupidly happy when this happened.
Not to mention that Rita is a fucking fantastic character. She is intelligent, brave, beautiful (inside and out), good, kind, compassionate…I could go on. To me, she is genuinely one of the best television characters I have seen in a long time.
Fun fact: I’m not religious and I doubt I ever will be. That doesn’t mean I don’t care. I know that most religions preach kindness and compassion. So I’m not going to tolerate people generalising that one group is the opposite of that.
Rant over.
I vote we bring back Rita from the dead and make her companion from here until eternity.
Y/Y.
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→ Eleven&Amy Time Lady&Human (remake)
My name is John Smith. I guess you could say I used to be an ‘ordinary bloke’; a little bit on the awkward side with a boring job and a small flat next to the pub. A year ago I saw a box falling right out of the sky, and then a woman coming out of the box. She called herself the Doctor. She was ginger, she talked a lot and she took my hand and we started running. We haven’t stopped since.
She calls me ‘her stupid idiot’. She hates my clothes. I don’t know what I would do without her.
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“But not all white people are like that!!!!1”
I am tired of hearing this, i’m tired of people telling me this all the time. I fucking know that not all white people are a certain way and i’m so tired of having to apologize to white people because they’re offended by my ‘generalisations’.
You generalise me.
You generalise my family.
Where is our apology? Tell me please.
I am a person of colour and the only people i have ever experienced racism from, have been white people.
I am not saying that every single white person in the world is going to spit on me and call me a sand nigger and call me a terrorist and discriminate against me. I’m not saying that at all.
But excuse me for being defensive and on my guard, excuse me for feeling this way. Do you know how scary it is to not know how people are going to react to you when they find out your ethnicity? If you’re white, you probably don’t. Because white people are seen as the superior race pretty much everywhere. You can’t deny that.
Instead of telling me that ‘not all white people are like that’, why don’t you SHOW ME.
Blah.
Also, why do people ALWAYS sympathise with the white person in this kind of situation? ‘OH, DON’T BE MEAN TO THEM STOP CALLING THEM RACIST!!’ What about the person they offended? Do their feelings not matter? Why?
I don’t understand.
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It makes me stupidly happy when my followers refer to me by my name.
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Since she was little, Molly Hooper was always the brilliant one. She might have been shy or not that good in getting new friends, but from the time she first went to school, she was the smartest kid in the class.
Then she grew insecure, but it wasn’t always like this. To be honest, the annoying feeling of not being good enough started when she met Sherlock and he just couldn’t see her. And then there was everyone else. Of course, who was she compared to the great Sherlock Holmes? So she kept living with the thought that she was always the second best, and she always felt that she’s forgotten something, something she missed so terribly.
And then, when she thought nothing would ever change, he said it.
‘You do count.’
It was the first time he actually saw her. Or maybe first time he let her see he sees her. Anyway, it was the moment when Molly Hooper finally remembered an old friend and the thing he asked her never to forget.
She was brilliant.
omfg yes
I won’t ever stop, ‘cause I know what’s right
Get in my way, I will burst into light
I’ll keep dying and living and changing my ways
But I was a teenage rebel, and that stayed the sameIf you’re a Whovian but aren’t familiar with Chameleon Circuit, look them up right now. They make songs about DW and they’re kind of brilliant.