Pipistrella Felix

Native Seattleite, 27 years & continuing, makes theater and art and a pretty good grilled cheese sandwich. Industries include education admin, freelance editing, and being a magician's assistant. Pipistrella felix is a corruption of the Latin for "happy bat."

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Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome. Some men who want to compliment random women on the street are creepy predators. Most are somewhere in between, and guess what? I don’t know you, I don’t know your life, and I have no idea if you’re going to leave it at “Hey, you look good in that dress!” or follow it up with “But you’d look better without it! Har har! C’mon, where’re you going? I know you heard me! Fucking cunt, nobody wants your fat ass anyway, bitch.”

When you compliment a random woman who doesn’t know you, no matter how nice you are about it, there’s a good chance she’s going to freak out internally because for all she knows, you could be that latter type. And I get that it’s really unfair that women would just assume that about you. I get that it sucks that sometimes, expressing totally reasonable opinions like “hey you’re hot” will make women terrified of you or furious at you. That’s not fair.

But if you’re going to lay the blame for that somewhere, for fuck’s sake, don’t blame the woman. Blame all the guys who have called her a bitch and a cunt for ignoring their advances. Blame all the guys who may have harassed, abused, or assaulted her in the past. Blame all the people who may never do such a thing themselves, but who were quick to blame her and tell her to just get over it. Blame the fact that if she stops and talks to you and then something bad happens, people will blame her for stopping and talking to you.

Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via brute-reason)

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You know, I’ll go a step further and say - there are no “men who want to compliment random women on the street [who] are genuinely good guys who just don’t understand why their comments might be unwelcome.” There are guys who pretend that they don’t understand why their comments are unwelcome. But the man who whistles out his car window at me while I’m waiting for a light, the guy who stares at me while I ride past on my bike, the guy who says “Hey beautiful!” at me and my friend as we’re talking at an outdoor cafe - none of those guys want to make me feel good.

Not a single one.

I keep hearing about this guy! The good guy who catcalls and doesn’t get how it’s wrong, the nice guy who just wants to tell you you have beautiful eyes. And every time I’m told about that guy, it’s so that I don’t react, don’t glare, don’t respond negatively. Because who knows! Maybe he really super meant it in his heart and was just trying to pay you a compliment.

Because here’s the thing - here’s how I know that the nice guy ain’t real; because I always do react, always glare, always respond negatively. I always say, “No, that wasn’t okay. Don’t do that to me again.” And a nice guy? Would come back with, “Oh, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. You’re right. I won’t do that again.” A nice guy who didn’t get it would say, “Wow, I didn’t think about it that way. Is this something that you think a lot of women feel?”

And that never happens - what happens is I get called names, or have coffee thrown at my face, or get shoved up against a wall, or get followed for fifteen blocks, or get shouted out from six inches away by a man who’s six inches taller and fifty pounds bigger than I am. What happens is that I’m shown, again and again and again, that these “compliments” are prologues to a story this guy’s just desperate to tell, the story of him scaring me, hurting me, making sure I know my place. And he can tell the story as loud as he wants, because he can always fall back on, “I’m a good guy! She’s the one who started it! I was just trying to pay the bitch a compliment.

So stop telling me that there are good guys out there who just don’t understand, because there aren’t. What there are, are guys who will pretend to be good guys, right up until you don’t smile at them. And then they show who they really are.

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wrestlingaknife:

fic-rec-a-day:

The greatest Star Trek movie that isn’t Star Trek

The greatest Star Trek movie that isn’t Star Trek

The greatest Star Trek movie that isn’t Star Trek

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pagangirl:

Believing/practicing magic does not mean that science and common sense are no longer valid.

Thanks.

yaflash:

So I have a lot of feelings every single time I hear that people are “angry” or “annoyed” or whatever that they can’t find ONE SINGLE YA BOOK IN THE ENTIRE YA SECTION FOR BOYS TO READ and YOUNG MEN ARE FAILING BECAUSE GIRLS ARE TAKING OVER LITERATURE and HOW CAN BOYS POSSIBLY BE EXPECTED TO WANT TO TOUCH WHINY GIRLY CRAP WITH A TEN FOOT POLE?????

I have a few thoughts.

1) If you cannot find at least a handful of books in the YA section that might appeal to a teenage boy, you aren’t looking very hard. Maybe peruse this list of 140 titles that would appeal to teenage boys. Also, that list is from last year and similar books are being released every month.

2) LOLOLOLOLOL okay yeah young boys have absolutely nothing to read, you’re right. It’s not like you can walk into any library or bookstore and find that the majority of the books in it are about white men.

3) I resent the implication that a book with a female protagonist OR romantic element, no matter how slight, is a “girl book” unless it’s by some guy who gets really upset when anyone calls him a romance author because HIS BOOKS ARE NOT ROMANCES THEY ARE ~SERIOUS LITERATURE~ because the two are mutually exclusive. I also resent that we continue to encourage our boys to distance themselves vehemently and often violently from anything that could be considered even slightly non-masculine.

There is this thing people say: “My son/brother/I had nothing in the YA section to read! They/I had to go STRAIGHT FROM KID’S BOOKS TO LORD OF THE RINGS/WHEEL OF TIME/ENDER’S GAME/CATCHER IN THE RYE/ETC.!”

Wow. I mean, do you understand what a tragedy it is that these poor boys don’t even get to stop in the YA section and they are forced to go immediately to the thousands and thousands and thousands of fantasy and science fiction and ~real literature~ books that are about young white men coming of age and having adventures? Greatest tragedy of our generation, honestly.

I mean doesn’t anyone find it a little… odd? That the fantasy and sci-fi shelves are bursting with young 16-25 year old men who are doing lots of different things (including kissing/sexing ladies OH MY GOD ROMANCE???!!!!?!?!!?), and then the YA section is hanging out over here with lots of stories with VERY SIMILAR CONTENT (Kristin Cashore! Tamora Pierce! Beth Revis!), but everyone looks at those books and goes “Ugh, girl books, there’s no possible way a young man or even a smart girl could be into those?”

TAMORA PIERCE LITERALLY WRITES ABOUT KNIGHTS AND MAGIC AND FANTASY CREATURES AND WAR AND SASSY ANIMAL SIDEKICKS. She just writes about them from a *girl’s* perspective. Which means boys are physically incapable of reading it, I guess?

I just can’t wrap my brain around the fact that people do not get the irony in what they’re saying. They don’t even realize as the words are rolling off their tongue that YA is so female-centric because coming-of-age stories for young men have already been staples in the “real books” section for decades. Because being a young straight white man is universal, see, while being a girl is something that’s impossible to care about unless you’re both a girl and stupid. (COOL GIRLS read the boy stuff, duh!)

And even then, even then, there’s still plenty of boy-centric YA, too. Because there is no boy-free space, you guys. That’s the thing about privilege — you’re so used to being allowed in every space and have everyone accept you as the default that when you can’t immediately find something that’s obviously “for you,” you claim that it’s excluding you and that you must be included. You don’t even see that you can literally sidestep into another area that is catered exactly to you.

Honestly, to a point, this is not even the fault of young men. It is the fault of a society that continues to tell them that they’re the most important of all. Boys don’t start out believing that they can’t relate to girls, or that romance is sappy and beneath them. They’re not born with the idea that sex is a game or they’re “naturally” better at certain things. We feed them that. And we continue to feed it to them every time we huff about there being no “boy stuff” in YA, which is a flat-out, complete and total lie.

Of course, at a certain point they can reason on their own, and then it’s on them whether they’re willing to learn some empathy, just as it’s on any other privileged class.

There is so much more to this, like the fact that patriarchy often drips from those so-called “girl books,” even though they’re “for girls.” That publishers literally can’t afford to be idealists and they have to take society and money into consideration, and how much that sucks.

I have said this before, and I doubt I’ll stop saying it: if young men aren’t reading, it is not because of women and their stupid girl books. There are other elements at work here, because there has never and will never be a “lack” of books written by dudes for dudes. Please try again.

In the meantime, I might segue into the way we pish-posh “romance” and sex if it’s written by women, but that’s another post.

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kendra-p:

Hey I love Game of Thrones

(Inspired by lots of wonderful gifs and photo sets, thanks internet!)

AWESOME!

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Lunch on the roof @acttheatre!

Two weeks worth of things I love… it was a bizarre couple of weeks, too. A friend passed away last Friday, I found out that Sunday, and— well. I don’t need to write a huge amount about that here (I’ve been processing elsewhere), but suffice to say that the big portion of love for that week goes to 

* Collin, in remembrance: brilliant performer, writer, director; utterly silly, super talented, far too much fun. Pickman’s Model, bicycle assistance, stage-kittening with him on burlesque shows, random dance parties on solstice, wonderful human being. & also: the friends who helped get information to each other, supported each other, remembered with each other. <3
 
& for all the things that made me happy the last two weeks, despite the rough times:
 
* Seeing Good Things: The Trial at NCTC, which had the best pre-play set up I’ve seen in a while, plus I got to sit with Theresa & use her extra ticket at a sold out show; the little kids performing a Nikola Tesla show; Taming of the Shrew, funnier and tighter and hotter than before (yes really, and I never like this play); a middle school production of Grease, with my favorite teenager Duncan as Danny Zuko (brilliant); Great Gatsby with Kimble on an impromptu Opinions Date; & of course, PENTATONIX, holy shit they are SO GOOD and even better LIVE I can’t handle it. Goddamn, the things they do with their voices (and cello, for that one part with Kevin, and Avi sang the Hobbit song, and and and.)
 
* Theater: Bill’s Bash, full of great theater people; getting the script & starting to look over lines for Going Dark; planning for Dracula; new headshots with John Ulman, a most fabulous photographer, & actually liking quite a few of them (this is new for me).
 
* Writing Shame: I finished my full first draft of Elysian Road. Yes, really. kjbakjsdbkjagsdfaf.
 
* & etc: dogsitting Eddie, the world’s most adorable corgi; sunny afternoon time with Allie helping me with my new website; Kentucky Derby party with big hats; hot hot sunny weather to wear shorts and sandals in (it’s back to grey now, but it was like a teaser trailer for summer); planning BHOF with Elsa; ladytime at Stitch n Bitch; giant salads with chicken; new novels to read; tea; the gentleman, as always.
 
What do you love?

azakhm:

So my mom and I watched the Canadian tv show Slings and Arrows recently and quite enjoyed it! There are a lot of interesting faces in the show so I decided to waste some time doing these watercolor doodles of some of my favorite characters. Most of these are from the main cast, but some have much smaller roles — I just like them.

Characters from left to right:

Oliver Welles. “You’re talking to a ghost! Wake up and smell the coffin!”   —    Geoffrey Tennant. “You stay in the theater because you don’t wanna starve to death? Now that is irony.”   —    Ellen Fanshaw. “Oh God. And I’m alone, just me and my dehydrated chameleon.”


Darren Nichols. “Life is just fucking nuts, isn’t it?”   —    Richard Smith-Jones. “Darren! Everyone cries when they’re stabbed. There’s no shame in that!”    —   Maria. “Because all stage managers are pot-smoking lesbians, right?”


Frank and Cyril.   —    Anna Conroy. “Sometimes it’s best to just work through the tears. That’s what I do.”   —   Jerry.

Nahum.  “I must confess — I love drama!”    —    The Mortimer Brothers. “We’ve never removed a head before.”

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emedeme:

Howl’s Moving Castle as a live action movie

“More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! ‘Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,’ she said. ‘Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s alright—but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him—only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.” 
Harry Lloyd as Howell Jenkins/Wizard Howl
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[Castle in the Air] [House of Many Ways]

emedeme:

Howl’s Moving Castle as a live action movie

“More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! ‘Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,’ she said. ‘Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s alright—but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him—only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.” 

Harry Lloyd as Howell Jenkins/Wizard Howl

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[Castle in the Air] [House of Many Ways]

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