Sophie Turner, Emmys’ Game of Thrones panel
Apollo - Favourite song?
Aggh I don’t know! So hard to pick. I really like A Distorted Reality is Now A Necessity to be Free, by Elliott Smith. Currently really digging the diplo remix of Sleigh Bells’ Demons, as well.
Ares - If you had to fight someone in a duel, what would your weapon of choice be?
I think knives are pretty cool.
Poseidon - If you were shipwrecked on a tropical island, what would you want to have with you?
Sorry Belle if you dislike it now just wait until merchant capital starts subordinating labor to itself and pre-capitalist hand manufacture begins :(
this sentence is like one of those face/vase illusions b/c every time i look at it i discern a new way to be offended
A slide from anthropology class that I found quite powerful. Thanks to my professor Dr. Andrew Marshall of UC Davis.
You are informed about a book’s perceived quality through a number of ways. Probably the biggest is the cover.
And the simple fact of the matter is, if you are a female author, you are much more likely to get the package that suggests the book is of a lower perceived quality. Because it’s “girly,” which is somehow inherently different and easier on the palate. A man and a woman can write books about the same subject matter, at the same level of quality, and that woman is simple more likely to get the soft-sell cover with the warm glow and the feeling of smooth jazz blowing off of it.
This idea that there are “girl books” and “boy books” and “chick lit” and “whatever is the guy equivalent of chick lit”* gives credit to absolutely no one, especially not the boys who will happily read stories by women, about women. As a lover of books and someone who supports readers and writers of both sexes, I would love a world in which books are freed from some of these constraints. Click here to read more about the perceived differences between ‘girl’ and ‘boy’ books.
This is a pretty interesting experiment from author Maureen Johnson.
Once in high school, I thought I had a crush on a guy (I know, right) and so I asked him out for coffee and he was like, is this a date? And I said yes, and he goes, Well, maybe we could have coffee… without the date part. I WANTED TO DIE.
THAT’S HORRIBLE OMG. GUYS ARE THE WORST. HIGH SCHOOL IS THE WORST. AGH. I am sorry chile but also it worked out ‘cause what are dudes even.
i thought it was when i stole your guys’ cookies from your hotel room, you chased me, and ate shit in the hallway
Literally do not have any memory of that woops. I do remember that time you ate like 11 krispy kremes and came into the guard room all sick though. THE THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT YOU XD.
thoughts about the impermanence of a hook up written in permanent marker in the places he touched
by Lindsay Bottos