Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum. Pretty girls have guys being nice to them 36 times a day. The patient is bleeding in the street. Do you know how to operate or not?
‘Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!’
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away from the patient. There’s a witty, handsome guy with a promising career ready to step in and operate…
Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is ‘The actors are clearly visible’.
"Favorite part:
Many man-child warriors take a defensive tone about these “invaders,” but you don’t get to claim that you’re a minority when The Avengers made more money than a dozen countries this year. Video games have midnight launches reported in the news. There was a struggle against geekery, and the geeks won. We won so hard that our only complaints are about Hollywood making billion-dollar movies of our stuff too fast.
Bringing up gender in comics fandom should be like mentioning your favorite ice cream flavor during a football conversation: irrelevant, and revealing you to be a child. Except children can still like comics without being assholes about it.

How can a girl say again, “I do not want to be respectable because respectable girls are not attractive,” and how can she again so wisely arrive at the knowledge that “boys do dance most with the girls they kiss and had asked papa?” Perceiving these things, the Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure, she covered her face with powder and paint because she didn’t need it and she refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring. She was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart. She had mostly masculine friends, but youth does not need friends — it needs only crowds….
— Excerpt from Zelda’s essay “Eulogy on the Flapper” which was published by Metropolitan Magazine in June 1922. The article was accompanied by a sketch of Zelda done by Gordon Bryant (seen above).
Taking Back Idiot Nerd Girl
I thought this was a super interesting take on the meme, seen as how I was at one point a novice too.
Yes. All of this.
The last one. So much. Does it make you feel good? Does it make you feel powerful? To be the people who made you feel horrible in high school? This is a question I often have to ask of 50 year old men at conventions. It’s like they’ve forgotten.
The last one is the fucking best.
if you are going to use the phrase ‘real woman’ you had better be talking about the difference between a fictional character and a real live person

YO HIPSTERS.
This is from one of the most spectacular novels I’ve ever read, Margaret Atwood’s dystopian, feminist “Handmaid’s Tale.”
It’s actually “nolite te bastardes carborundorum,” which means “don’t let the bastard GRIND you down” and everyone on this fucking planet should read it because we are beginning to live it. EVERYONE.
Yoko Ono kidnaps the remaining living members of the Beatles, strips them naked and imprisons them in a glass cube in full view of the public. She encourages the crowd to taunt them and scream “YOU BROKE UP THE BEATLES!” over and over again. This goes on for approximately ten years. At the end of ten years, the glass prison is crushed in the jaws of a jewel encrusted car compactor, still in full view of the public. She records Paul’s and Ringo’s tortured death screams to use as material on her next album. The world is now a very slightly better place.
Yoko Ono
Winter 2012-2022If you didn’t already know, sixtyforty is a genius.
If it’s a boy, buy him a completely authentic little Batman costume. If it’s a girl, buy her a completely authentic little Batman costume.
The desire to be Batman is non-gender-specific.
"Can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that, even though it’s played for laughs, Darcy is fully conscious of her own safety and has no qualms about carrying and using a taser to protect herself?
like Thor at that point could be genuinely read as a threat
great big alpha male-type in a foul mood who appears to be drunk
that’s pretty fucking threatening
and Darcy’s like BITCH NOPE and then she’s proud of herself afterwards
no one’s going to victimize Darcy Lewis bitches
she will ruin you