Every now and then I get a question that starts with “You probably won’t answer this, but…” or an invitation to an event that starts with “You probably won’t come to this, but…” and those people are correct: I won’t. Because while I know that the little shame-dance is coming from a place of low self-esteem, I also know that it is manipulative as fuck. “Sure, I’ll come to that thing you guilted me into, should be fun! Should I bring a bottle of wine, or will my guilt be enough? Do you have a favorite flavor of shame-cake?”
I’ll be having none of your shame cake or guilt wine TYVM!
The first two books are adventure stories, about getting people jazzed for revolution. But the third one changes genres and switches into misery porn. It’s about the consequences and the reality of that revolution.
You wanted a war, dear reader? Here is war, up close and personal. Here is the boredom and the fear and the being locked in a “safe” place with no control. Here is Prim dying pointlessly. Here is PTSD. Here is a brainwashed, weaponized version of your beautiful lover who went off to battle and came back a killer. Here are people, fatuous people but people who cared about you and who just happened to be on the wrong side at the wrong time, people who are beaten and kept in chains by your allies. Here are your friends and peers dying screaming in the stinking dark, literally torn to pieces and devoured alive. Here is the man you thought would be your confidante for life and maybe something more, the blood of your fucking family all over his hands. Here is beaten down exhaustion and despair and confusion. Here is everything you wanted, dear reader. Eat it up. Choke it down. Does any of it seem so necessary now?
And for all that price paid, what changes? The old man is dying anyway, he chokes to death on his own blood laughing at you. The old lady just brings the games back. Everything you fought for, perverted by power-hungry politicians. All that changed was the color of the boot and the neck it pressed down on.
Even after righting THAT final wrong, the only happy ending Katniss gets is that she can tell her kids why mommy wakes up screaming at night.
Yeah, the prose isn’t the best. But damn do I love where Collins took the series. It’s not an adventure series about justified vengeance. It’s about the consequences of violence, and the personal and social toll it takes on everybody. She fashioned an intense anti-war story and suckered the audience into it with her thrilling dystopia tales. What a great trick.
reddit user mr_chip saying it how it is [please don’t delete the quote credit] (via mockingfire)
I’ve been trying for a while to put my finger on what bothers me the most about these constant accusations of activist communities, particularly online ones, as being “toxic” and I think I’ve finally got it: a certain amount of toxicity is inherent to any community of humans. For now (and until we…
No, I won’t debate with you whether I am a full human being deserving of the same rights and considerations as you. No, I don’t think your opinion that the law should reflect your superstitions needs to be treated with respect. Present evidence that I should take your notion that I am a danger to children seriously and I will give it some thought, but I certainly will not pretend that “I read it in a book” is sufficient capital to enter into a discussion about my rights.
which fucking fedora wearing friendzoned nerd made this thing
yeah but notice that the seal’s intent is to eat those fish and the shark offers a mutually beneficial relationship for them
in which a dudebro unintentionally makes a really accurate analogy for the reason that they’re single forever
That’s a whale shark. They’re docile and in no way threatening to people or those fish depicted. Seals, by contrast, will attack people, possibly out of a frustrated sense of entitlement combined with poor socialization skills.
Well that backfired spectacularly.
This is in every way perfect irony. It’s beautiful.