Death was never made more likeable… #thebookthief #MarkusZusak #booklove #booknerd #summerreading
"… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, the next a star."
“Are You a Feminist?” : Shirking Away from Labels.
Labels have always been treacherous terrains. Since time immemorial people have been conflicted towards it. Some believe labels restrict us even belittle us while others believe labels can be empowering. Irrespective of the feelings towards it, many usually shirk from them. One such label is ‘feminist’. There is no cultural-political-religious shame associated to it and yet so many shirk away from the label, even when they are given the invisibility cloak of anonymity.
I don’t know why most people do so and I can speak only for myself. Over the course of few years of my affair with literature, it has broaden my perspective by many folds. I share posts “to the point of being obnoxious” and i even joke about them to break the ice to the extent that I often get— “Are you a feminist or what?” , “You are an activist/a feminist!” And every single time I go silent for few seconds contemplating in the deep recesses of my mind, hoping in vain for my subconscious to give an instinctive answer and when it fails to, hoping my conscious mind will make a logical connection, but it does a miserable job at being a mind. And so I end up shrugging with “I don’t think so… Maybe” or “not an activist, only a humanist… maybe”.
I go silent because there is conflict within me that betrays the label. Maybe in thoughts I am a feminist but in action other factors govern my decisions. Maybe I have a dreamy-eyed idealism which is in constant struggle with the ‘real’ world. I am not half as brave in action as I am in thoughts—maybe because thoughts don’t have ‘real’ world consequences that lead to losing what you hold dear to your heart unless you act on them. Because, as always, Miller was right—when he had Chris say “I was made yellow” because that’s what the world does to us, maybe. It shows us to think what is right, know what is right, makes every particle of our body rebel against it and yet, when it comes to transitioning the abstract thoughts into concrete reality it presents hundreds of consequences which, if are to become reality, we won’t be able to live with ourselves and so we have to compromise. Thoughts and action betray one another and all we are left to be is idealists in thoughts and practical in action. Chris, and Miller behind him, was right—the world does make us practical and we can only spit on ourselves to be practical.
So, if ever you ask me- if I am a feminist or not, and I don’t answer or go silent for few seconds it is not because I am ashamed of the label or I think the label is not good enough or that it is restricting but try and entertain the thought that on the contrary maybe I am not good enough for the label. Being something only in thoughts is too little a consolation to a label that deserves a lot more than mere talks.
"the first word I teach my daughter will be “no”
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
she will not know the meaning of the word."
Every fandom ever
This gets better the longer you watch
Barney is the fan who insists on complete silence and purity in the fandom. Feels should not get in the way.
Ted is the fan who is too emotionally invested in his ship and screams whenever they are on-screen.
Lily is the fan who cries about everything that happens— even when it’s not the least bit emotional.
And Marshall is the hate-watcher who is horrified with the whole fandom but can’t stop watching.
reblogging for that last comment