In Movies, How Often Is The Man Who-works-and-sacrifices-family Shown As A Hero, A Martyr Who Loves His

in movies, how often is the man who-works-and-sacrifices-family shown as a hero, a martyr who loves his family and is lonely but must be successful, with an understanding wife who is content just for a few small glimpses of him

how often is the woman shown as selfish, cruel, cold. how often does the fight between her and her partner look a lot like “you belong at home!” and does he yell at her because now the chores aren’t getting done, because she’s neglecting his messes the way he neglected hers before this

in movies, how often is the man who is gentle, a home-body and a nurturer played for laughs, for the “look at how silly he is, what a goof,” how often is a man in a situation that’s vaguely child-rearing incredibly incompetent; a vision of fear and uncertainty 

how often is the woman in a position of power neither evil nor the love interest. when she shows up for Man Things and performs them with efficiency, has she learned it “from her brothers,” is she naked in a few scenes? is she the arm candy of the big bad villain, with two whole lines spoken, just barely.

the blade cuts both ways, yes, of course, if you’re looking. but then i think about how few girls are in STEM and how many articles are written about “cute dads who actually take care of their children!” and how if a man cooks he’s a chef but if a woman does she’s just where she belongs, in the kitchen. the blade cuts both ways but not equally, doesn’t it? it might bite the wielder but in that burst of pain it lets you forget: you’re bringing this down onto somebody’s head.

j'essaye ardemment de trouver un mot qui décrirait quelque chose de plus vaste que le firmament et plus profond que le creux de tous les océans et plus béant que tous les trous noirs de l'univers. peut-être qu'avec ce mot, je serais enfin capable de décrire combien je t'aime.

O.D. (via nnnostalgiaa)

& maybe the leaves are here to tell us that that your true colors show before you fall, that every good night can be explained in a single sigh if your hands are tying knots in the same eyelashes that kissed the sunrise, I’m tired of seeing my heart in picture frames & hearing my laughter mold this memory into a retractable embrace - I’ve been sad for far too long; I don’t want to drown inside of myself today

kinda sensitive, kinda heartless

Have you been home?“, she asked. Her voice sounded concerned. Continuing to stare at the ground, he lit himself a cigarette. Then he looked up at her, taking a drag of smoke from between his beaten blue knuckles. “Home? Where should that be?” “I don’t know”, she answered. “Where do you feel like home?” She recognized a look of pain in his eyes. “Without you? Nowhere.

Nils Brandstädter - Excerpt from a story I’ll never write (via poetry-and-lies)

So i am a slytherin.. but i dont quite fit the stereotype? I am really not ambitious, at least not academically. Also I am pretty shy and dont have a lot of self confidence..

Secrets of Slytherin no.44

Ambition doesn’t mean we all want to rule the world- sometimes ambition means we want to eat an entire pizza by ourselves.

You inspired that post Nonnie. My point in making it is this: 

There is no rulebook to being a Slytherin, Nonnie. Stereotypes often do more harm than good. 

Not all of us are going to want the same things, have the same goals, or the same amount of drive for things.

You don’t have to be outgoing. You don’t have to crave attention to be a Slytherin. If you would like a canon Slytherin example, consider Theodore Nott. Largely considered by the fandom, the shyest of the Slytherins. 

As for the self confidence. You’re not alone in that, Nonnie. I struggle with it too. But we have to try. 

Let’s try together shall we?