Feminism, to be worthy of the name, has to be something more than mere attention to women’s experience of gender. It matters what that attention produces, what it has to say about women’s lives. “Women are always, essentially this subservient and cannot be otherwise” is not a feminist statement.
It is not “feminist,” to me, to do what much of Munro’s fiction seems to do: to lionize women’s passivity and suffering, or to apply a mysticizing essentialism to their self-destructive desire for men’s love and attention.
literally what the hell was i on in 2023. let me go back
let me cook
Who is she that gazeth down like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
They all hold swords, experts in war: every man hath his sword at his thigh against fear in the nights.
thinking about this Uruguayan guy ive followed on rate your music for maybe 5yrs. has written ~1200 exhaustive reviews and has possibly the most sophisticated music taste i’ve ever seen. apparently he works as a programmer and just writes these daily 3K-word masterpieces for the love of the game