I think I’ve said this exact thing before but it’s so freaking weird that we put breasts on so many alien creatures and anthropomorphic animals because the two prominent boobs are something totally unique to humans.
That’s like if we were chicken people and gave all our fictional beings cock’s combs. Even robots and cartoon bugs and shit.
Or maybe if we were turtle people and our version of Star Trek assumed a vast majority of alien races would have turtle shells cause that’s just so normal to us and marketing executives assume nobody will buy a game or watch a movie where the characters don’t have turtle shells.
Walrus pop culture where everything has tusks.
Termite people giving all their female characters huge colossal pulsating abdomens even if they’re cats or fish or humans.
Proboscis monkey pop culture where anything designated “male” has a big dangly fat nose to make it sexier.
“Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You [white women] fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you; we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs on the reasons they are dying.”— Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference” (via sundayafternoonsocialclub)
“As a trans woman, not many things give me a headache the way the entire concept of passing does. Passing is the idea that if a trans woman (or any person who is presenting as a woman) looks, dresses and acts a certain way, people won’t be able to tell they are anything other than a completely “normal” woman. If you look at online trans communities or forums, you’ll find tons of tips on how to pass better – everything from hair removal tips to workouts to how to walk and sit more femininely.
All of this presupposes that there is only one right way to look like and be a woman. And it’s infuriating. On the one hand, whenever I go out in public or post pictures online, a part of me is deathly afraid that I’ll be insulted or worse. I desperately want to be accepted as the woman I am. On the other hand, I hate that in order to feel safe, I’m expected to fit into the very narrow box that is labeled “woman.” Tips on how to pass always seem to say that you should avoid building muscle mass and avoid wearing clothes and makeup that are too costumey, that you should try to hide your shoulders and soften your features. Trans women are often told that if we want to pass, we have to try our hardest to be petite, soft, have just the right amount of femininity, and not stand out too much. But what if I want to be a different kind of woman? What if I want to look like Grace Jones or Kate Moennig? What if I want to look like Beth Ditto or Dolly Parton? They’re all cis women; don’t they pass?”—
If you’ve ever been exposed to Japanese media, you’ve probably heard the word “sayonara”. It means goodbye, and usually forever. I always thought it just meant goodbye for no particular reason, I’ve found that it has quite the interesting etymology.
To start with, sayonara is actually sayounara, with a long o sound. In hiragana, that’s さようなら.
Let’s break this up into three parts: Sa-you-nara.
Sa is short for saru, which in classical Japanese means “that kind of thing”. In modern Japanese, it’s “sore” (それ）.
You in classical and modern Japanese means “the way things are” or soemthing along those lines.
Nara in modern Japanese means “if”.
So sayounara is literally saying “If that’s the way things are.” It was a set phrase implying that you would probably not see someone else again.