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When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
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“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
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Posted on May 23, 2013 at 7:34 PMKangin for Dazed and Confused June edition magazine
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Posted on May 23, 2013 at 1:02 PMthe fuckING PENCIL SHARPENER ONE
BRILLIANT THANK YOU
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Posted on May 23, 2013 at 3:09 AM
girl soldier is pulled in a pond by horny mermaids
uuhh this description sounds like a porno ahahah
drew this while i was waiting for food :0~~
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Posted on May 20, 2013 at 3:38 AM
Ugh i reblogged this already but i just wanted to add something:
This is Hannibal holding, kind of comforting, the mother of the teenage girl he just butchered for the sake of his game.
That freezes your blood right?
This moment disturbs me so much. It feels like he is good at offering safety and comfort. The act of seeing him touching a destroyed woman…and then you remember “you did this to her daughter….” Its pure terror.
but this is what he does.
Dr. Lecter has made an art form out of playing cat-and-mouse, even though he almost never reveals to his victims that they are, in fact, his victims— they usually find out from someone else much later (see: his dinner guests in Red Dragon). It’s not about the big revelation and watching their fear and anger spike as they realize what he’s done and what he might yet do. It’s about appropriating gestures usually associated with warmth and humanity (having people in his home and feeding them, comforting a grieving mother, giving a first edition Dantean sonnet to the wife of a man he plans to kill, falling asleep holding the hand of the teenage girl whose near-fatal injury he caused by tipping her father off to the fact that he was backed into a corner) and twisting them into something pitch-black and unrecognizable. When he takes that woman into his arms, when she lets him do it, you can bet he feels like the god he described to Will— comforting with one hand and pushing the knife in deeper with the other.
He has all the power because they don’t even know they’re playing a game, and he cultivates their emotions using those gestures of kindness and drinks in their gratitude or their pain, delighting in the fact that he’s the only one who knows that he is their predator, not their friend.Hannibal.spoilers.and you know the best part.well it sort of depends on your view of God and Lucifer but for the sake of analysis let’s just approach them as constructs.Dr. Lecter isn’t playing God.he’s playing Lucifer playing God.he’s creeping under their skin; feeding them ideas that sound so reasonable.‘God does bad things to bad people; does he really deserve your adoration?’.and then using the ensuing doubt to knock them off-balance; breaking open their heads and pilfering through the exposed brains.and even as he preys on them.he smiles and soothes them with that rich gentle voice and offers them comfort in the wake of the very distress he caused.‘ain’t nobody gonna love you like the devil do’ indeed.
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