It’s easiest to be a wonderful person when you don’t actually have to deal with anyone
Translation to that is dear roommate I lav ya and I don’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable but even if you volunteer to empty the cat’s litter box after gently nagging me at least three times over its smell when it was absolutely acceptable by my standards, and then go on to empty it all by yourself, I am actually still going to be annoyed
because dude it’s fine
stop touching my stuff and adjust to my standards of what I think is acceptable okay because the litter box was okay I was going to clear it in the morning
also when you go around rearranging stuff, even when you’re just putting things where they’re honestly supposed to go it still sometimes bothers me, come on roommate stop touching my stuff
Agh I am not comfortable.
A distant fire alarm went off, and because my parents are staying in another building for one of their first nights and they’ve had as long a history as I have with it, I stepped out to track down what building’s alarm was off, to reassure my parents by having information if they called, and to see if it was anything that needed attention.
It wasn’t my parent’s building. It was the next one over, some distance away, though it was hard to pinpoint at first because of the way the sound echoed. When I got there the first few people in their nightclothes were starting to mill around. I talked with a couple of ladies in bathrobes and pajamas for a few minutes, before starting to walk around. A cop car pulled up while I was talking with someone else, and I saw someone who’d been sitting on the curb get up to talk with them. Breaking off a conversation that involved something vague about a guy on the ground floor who wasn’t there (I have a hard time understanding what people are saying with unexpected trains of thought at the best of times), I got to the cop’s conversation in time to hear this young guy describing what was basically an attempted break-in. Someone had knocked on his door, he’d opened it with the chain on and the guy outside had tried to force his way in, putting his arms through the crack. When the guy inside still hadn’t let him in and had shut the door on his arms, the guy outside pulled his arms back out and then pulled the fire alarm.
I went back to my apartment, wishing that I wasn’t just following the cop car as it rolled forward to touch base with another car in a different part of the lot, but rather that I had one of my 9-feet tall former marine/army friends walking beside me. Once in my apartment, I locked the door, checked on my roommate (thank god I have a roommate right now), got my practice sword, and am wondering how long it’s going to be before I want to sleep.
I have a history of being terrified of break-ins. I also have a history of fear of fires—my jaw was locked clenched practically the whole time I was near the fire alarm from sheer adrenaline. I’m also wondering, why set off the fire alarm? To cause confusion so that he’d make a good escape? Petty, near-sighted, spur-of-the-moment impulse? The man I was having a hard time following when I saw the cop car show up said something about how a guy on the ground floor was absent. I tried to direct his attention to a fire alarm that had been pulled on the second floor, but he seemed insistent that it was someone on the first floor that was—relevant? Important? Did he know something, was it just everyone-get-together-and-speculate time? He didn’t step forward to tell the cop any tips, but then maybe he was just one of those people who didn’t like cops, or want to put himself in any difficult situations. Maybe it was completely unrelated, maybe he was just worried for a neighbor that wasn’t there.
Agh. I’ll calm down—eventually.
While studying for exams I chewed my lower lip into chapped patches and I’ve been chewing on the inside of my lower lip to the point that it’s kind of getting raw
I should stop
The real reason things like work exists is to give us something to hold on to when we no longer want to do anything for fun.
“It’s ok to objectify guys, they’re guys, they don’t care.”
“Guys can’t get raped, they never don’t want sex.”
“Men should be the ones to do the asking.”
“Men should always pay on a date.”
“It’s okay for me to be sexually attracted to watching two gay men have sex, but not for men to be attracted to lesbians.”
“It’s impossible for men to be victims of domestic violence, they’re bigger and stronger than women!”
“Sexual predators are always men.”
I don’t think that objectifying anyone, trespassing on anyone’s personal space, or sexually harassing anyone is right.
After looking at this post I scrolled right down to the latest post I reblogged of one of those Hawkeye-and-Scantily-Clad-DC-Heroine-TM switch pictures. Hawkeye is dressed in tight, revealing, ostentatiously sexy clothing, looking primly off into the distance. Is this objectification?
I think that in hindsight, the answer has some slight potential to be a little nebulous. He’s a fictional character, and in those pictures we are grabbing his appearance, putting him in clothes and situations and poses that look ridiculous on him, and giggling. He is a clown.
He is also, however, a statement. His character and appearance are being used as juxtapositioned with his line-facing female spy friend, who (by contrast) is being put in those poses and clothes that we just acknowledged as being silly—but in all seriousness. We can laugh at Hawkeye because we know that when it comes down to it, those clothes and poses aren’t actually who he is. In that sense, he is not being objectified: we still know that his default state is kicking ass and blowing stuff up with improbably explosive arrows. Black Widow, on the other hand, does not have that status.
Therefore, depending on your degree of sensitivity, yes, those posts are using Hawkeye as a temporary clown, and thus using his character as a plaything to prove a point. Otherwise, no, I don’t think those posts objectify him.
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