Tag: women

mrsmichaellorca:

prokopetz:

vanquishedvaliant:

some middle aged white dude who has never had a problem with his perfectly sculpted body in his life: Does replacing our flesh with metal and circuits… disconnect us from humanity? When you replace man with machine… how long does the soul stay connected?

literally anyone who has had a limiting physical condition, interacted with prosthetics or assistance devices: You really don’t understand the ‘Punk’ of Cyberpunk, do you?

Something a lot of early cyberpunk’s modern imitators don’t seem to grasp is that the reason early cyberpunk treats cybernetic modification with suspicion is because those modifications are often performed against the recipients’ will at the behest of state and corporate interests. It’s an explicit metaphor for the commodification of bodily autonomy under capitalism – and it draws a direct line to contemporary abuses of the same. It’s not by accident that the first chromed-out street samurai to grace the pages of cyberpunk literature is a woman.

I like the OP’s post as well as the preceeding reply. Both make excellent points about cyberpunk and cyborgs.

Yes, the post is great, disability, punk and women combining in a genre of sci fi, but I WANT TO READ A FLAGSHIP TITLE WITH A STREET SAMURAI WRITTEN BY A WOMAN. What is the title???

librarianonparade:

paperswallow:

I want more girl byronic figures, I want more reckless self-important girl libertines leaving a string of broken men in their wake while dashing off poems and getting into obscene wagers. I want girl characters that are just on the charming mercurial side of unlikeable arseholes and definitely morally questionable, but always game for a revolution.

You need a biopic of Jane Digby, is what you need. That woman was all kinds of awesome.

She was born into a rich Georgian family, renowned as a great beauty, married a well-known lord and politician when she was still a teenager, and was no more than a few years into her marriage when she caused scandal by eloping with an Austrian prince. She divorced her husband in a case that shocked the entire British establishment, moved to Germany and became the lover of the Bavarian King after her prince abandoned her. She then married a Bavarian baron before embarking on an affair with a Greek count. The baron and the count fought a duel over her, before the baron let her go, and they remained friends to the end of their lives.

Jane then later divorced her Greek count, had an affair with the Greek king (who was the son of the Bavarian king she had earlier had an affair with), took up with a Thessalian bandit general, left him when he was unfaithful to her with her maid – and ran away to Syria, with the maid still in service. Because men come and go, but a good lady’s maid is forever, right?

Then whilst travelling in the Middle East she fell in love with a Bedouin Sheik half her age, married him and lived with him to the end of her days, passionately in love, half the year living in goats-hair tents in the desert and half in a palatial villa in Damascus. She was fluent in nine languages, lived as an independent wealthy woman, beholden to no-one, and flaunted the values of society with impunity – and not one of the men she was involved with seemed to think of her with anything less than affection, even after she’d loved ‘em and left ‘em.

There’s a fab biography about her written by Mary Lovell – I would KILL for a movie about Jane Digby because it’s almost impossible to believe it could be true.

For people like me with a Scribd subscription, this book is part of their catalogue, so it’s now on my to-read list!

therewerebirds:

triflesandparsnips:

This morning my daughter, who is nearly four, saw the stretch marks on my hips and stomach. She ran her hands over them and asked what they were.

“I got them when I grew up,” I said, “and a few more when I had you.” I grinned down at her. “They’re my stripes. You’ll get stripes too when you grow up.”

She was overjoyed. “Really?”

I think she’s in her room now, pretending to be a tiger.

This is what we need to teach. 

theappleppielifestyle:

sketchyourowncourse:

Here’s a couple of things I know about Natasha Stark, Earth 3490:

  • Her name IS Antonia but she always hated it because that was actually her mom’s uncle’s name (Antonio, that is) and the guy was fucking dull and had a ridiculous handlebar mustache and she never understood why her otherwise sensible mom could’ve allowed her only daughter to bear that name. So when she was about 10 years old or something she changed it to Natasha because she was obsessed with the military history of SHIELD and whatnot and she knew of the Black Widow program and was obsessed with the KGB agent turned spy story and at that point she wouldn’t even respond to any name that wasn’t Natasha. (Except y’know, from Howard because he was an asshole and didn’t ever give a shit about her preferences so he would still call her Antonia) and she probably legally changed it when she was 18. No one but Steve knows about it and if word got out she would never be abe to look at Natasha (Romanoff) in the face again. Steve does call her Tony when they’re alone.
  • Nat knows about it though. She just doesn’t have the heart to bring it up.
  • When she was 16 she shaved her hair off herself because Howard didn’t take her seriously as an engineer and also he was always going on about how she should be more lady-like. She did a terrible job and she hated it but she rocked the hell out of it anyway and girls at her school were soon shaving their heads as well. She has a photo of her a couple of months after she got the buzzcut in which she’s on the workshop floor sprawled over her belly surrounded by cables and shit and working on DUM-E (Jarvis took it) and one day when she and 616 Tony meet they discover they have the very same photo. Like they do look the same and it’s practically impossible to tell both pictures apart.
  •  I also I think she’s obsessed with her long luscious locks the same way dude Tony loves his goatee. It always looks perfect (except when down in the workshop) and it’s like a recurring theme amongst the Avengers, that it doesn’t  matter if they’ve been battling the bad guys for 2 days straight she will take off the helmet and it looks fucking fabulous and it shines and it flows (this is of course thanks to the magic of a lot of absurdly expensive products and a very committed personal stylist) because  I think that’s the one thing beauty wise she totally indulges herself with, like she obviously has the best clothes and make up and wears nothing but costume made haute couture but that’s part of her act, something she ditches as soon as she’s home. But her hair, she loves her hair. It’s not that she wouldn’t look badass with short hair, and it’s not like it wouldn’t technically be more practical, but honestly? if there’s someone who’d pick flashiness and glam over practicality and fucking make it work that would be Natasha Stark.
  • Steve really loves brushing it, btw.
  • There’s a lot more but this post is getting absurdly long.
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