Apologies, but I need to have a bit of a rant.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately - more so than I have in a while - and I’m starting to notice a really disturbing and frankly frightening trend. A film I watched last night had several female characters surrounding a main male character. Nothing new. Some of them were older women in their 30s. Some in their 20s. All presented as “attractive” to the main character and therefore the audience. What they had in common: thin, long body types. Big eyes. Tiny noses. Straight hair. The main female character - the girlfriend - was almost presented as a caricature. She was demure, cute. Put up with the antics of the male protagonist. Impossibly beautiful. And in the end, despite sleeping with a host of other women, he marries her.
In almost every movie I have watched lately, the kind of girl that gets the guy or is presented as attractive is so impossibly foreign to me that I almost feel like I should hate myself. Which is absolutely ridiculous - yet how could I or any other girl I know live up to it? All of the men in these movies are so varied in physical nature, in body type, in personality. The women at least are sometimes intelligent, out spoken and have brilliant careers of their own. But they have to be attractive in a wholly feminine and cute way first.
I am finding it more and more frustrating that all we are seeing is a regurgitation of the same woman over and over. She is in the music videos, she is on the album covers hand in hand with the musician, she is on the ads on tv and in the magazines. I’m sure she’s a really nice girl and I think she’s gorgeous too, but we are teaching an entire generation that she’s the only thing they should ever need or want to be. It’s so fucking damaging that I want to scream.
I walked past an ad for a new Nike store today. There were a line of people jogging towards the camera, looking appropriately fierce in their Nike gear. I was pleasantly surprised to see a variation in skin colour. Nice one Nike. And yet every single body type was the same.
You can look at the photos I take of myself and think that I have it pretty good - which I do to an extent. I know I am tall, slim. But I also hated myself up until about two years ago, thought my thighs were a curse because they jiggle and touch and my hips were bigger than my boobs, that my face was too long and I was never going to be “pretty”. I know girls in real life who fit the standard that we’re apparently supposed live up to and I used to constantly compare myself and beat myself up. Eventually I got sick of my own bullshit and decided that fuck, I was going to wear whatever I damn well pleased and work the hell out of the cool things about me like my long legs and big hair.
But I still get insecure as all fuck when that little reminder of that woman pops up.
I’m really angry that we all have to deal with this and nobody is doing anything to stop it. I see other women on tumblr perpetuating it to the point where I’ve had to unfollow some people for catering to this unachievable ideal. It’s not okay and I’m so absolutely bone fuck tired of it.
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And also VOTE for Oliver telling Felicity I Love you as the most rewound!!!
and Dumbest move by a character who should be smarter - ‘Arrow’: Slade didn’t frisk Felicity?
also, not Olicity but SO IMPORTANT TOO Most Likely to Earn Someone an Emmy Nomination - Arrow’: Outstanding Stunt Coordination is a category
we are here and we will be, Following our own way
No matter what you say, We are here and we’re here to stay
We are here to stay
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I’m putting this under a read more, because I know people don’t like talking about Laurel in the Olicity tag, but this is the only way to actually have discussions in the Arrow fandom apparently, because tagging Laurel when you’re not praising her pisses people off. I also don’t want to tag it as anti-Laurel, because it’s not hate post. I went into that tag yesterday, and I didn’t like what I saw. I am not of the same opinion as most of the posters in there, so I’d rather post in a place where I’ll get sensible feedback.
Anyway, I know I said I was done talking about Laurel/Katie, but it’s hard not too, because she is in the show. Whether her character makes sense right now or not, Katie plays a lead character, so discussing her has to happen.
I don’t actually have the answer you are seeking, since I hold the same view point as you; but I can never resist anybody wanting to have an earnest discussion about Arrow, and just earlier today I was contemplating the exact same fact as you. I’m going to type it up as my own two cents on the topic, I hope you don’t mind.
CAN’T GO BACK
"Is she high?" Roy whispered to Oliver.
He, Oliver, and Diggle stood at the far end of the Foundry. They watched as Felicity rushed from one end of the room to the other, shifting every monitor, keyboard, and mouse to face the same way. Her tablet stood erect on its charger, while her laptop sat untouched in her bag. She fixed the chairs, both rolling and metal, and she made sure both Roy’s and Oliver’s quivers were aligned.
"No, Roy, she’s not," Diggle rolled his eyes.
"So what the hell is she doing?"
"She’s… cleaning," He replied, cocking his head to the side as Felicity took an old toothbrush and began scrubbing the arrowheads.
"No, she’s going mental," He scoffed.
"She’s not going mental, Roy," Oliver shook his head. "She does this once a year."
"Well why the hell does she do it?"
"Oh! There you guys are! How long have you been standing there? Did you just get here? You’re all later than usual; well, there’s not really a ‘usual’ because it’s not like we have an official punch-in time or anything. Can you believe it if we did? Because boy, if we did then the three of you are very late! But I’m glad you’re here. I hope you don’t mind, Oliver, but I thought it’d be nice to, you know, spruce up the place a bit. As soon as I’m done with these arrowheads I’ll get to your guns, Diggle. I looked up several YouTube videos and read article after article on how to properly clean guns. Not saying that you don’t properly clean your guns that is-"
"Holy crap, did we break her?" Roy whispered.
"-just wanna make sure that they’re all clean, that’s all."
Oliver took her pause to breathe as an opportunity. He approached her and carefully took the toothbrush from her hand.
"Oliver, what’re you- Hey! I need that!" She tried reaching for the toothbrush back but Oliver tossed it into a nearby trashcan.
"Felicity, Felicity!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her on a stool. "Felicity, relax. Breathe."
"Relax? Breathe? You’re kidding, right? There’s no time for that! She’s gonna be here soon and-and-"
"Not, Felicity, she’s not," Oliver said. "She’s not stepping foot in the Foundry, remember?"
"Who’s ‘she’?" Roy asked, looking up at Diggle.
"Her mother," Diggle replied.
"My mother!" Felicity laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Yup. Yes. Mother. Mother-dear. Mom. Mommy- Ew. Actually, I never called her that. Even when I was young."
"When is she scheduled to arrive?" Oliver asked, taking back her attention.
"Oh, she’s already here! She’s staying in some hotel downtown with a man she met at the airport- the airport! I mean, who does that?" She asked incredulously.
"Okay, okay," Oliver said, rubbing her arm. "Felicity, it’s gonna be okay, alright? Your mother does not know about you and what you do for me, as the Arrow. She thinks you’re the executive assistant to the CEO of a large company. A CEO who now needs you to-"
"Oh don’t you dare say overtime!" She scoffed, shaking her finger. "Because in her head that’s code for ‘sleeping with the boss.’ You wanna know how I know that? Because I’m pretty sure my mother invented the concept!"
"Then tell her your boss needs you in Central City," He offered.
"What? Central City? That’s so far away! What if something happens here and-" She met his gaze. "Oh. I’m not really going to Central City, am I?"
He shook his head. “No.”
"Oh. Okay. Smart. Yeah, yeah. I can do that. I can hide out here for a day or two. Yeah." He could almost see the gears turning in her head.
"So… Is she all fixed?" Roy asked.
Ignoring him, Diggle asked, “Felicity, is there anything you need from the office or from your place?”
"No, no. I can access my work computer from here, and I have my emergency pack in the armory. Thanks," She said, slouching in her seat. "Thanks for pulling me out of that, Oliver."
"Anytime, Felicity," He smiled.
Roy, who had lost interest in the conversation and headed for the Foundry’s fridge and make-shift pantry, looked back at her. “You color-coded the sports drinks and alphabetized the food?”
Oliver and Diggle turned to look at her, their eyebrows raised. She smiled guiltily and sunk deeper in her seat.
"Wow, look at how shiny those arrowheads are," She muttered.