“Miss A’s clothes represent her. It’s impossible to overstate how significant this is for a female superhero. The costumes of male superheroes have always been powerful tools for making and owning the self; their colours, contours and crests proudly declare their mission, identity, and powers, transforming them into walking advertisements for themselves, capturing in the sleek simplicity of iconography a snapshot of what the hero can do, where he’s been, and what he aspires to become. Historically, this has been far less true of the costumes of female superheroes. Often derived from the costumes of male superheroes and/or prioritizing skin and cleavage at the expense of character, the costumes of female superheroes tend to lack deep meaning and individuality. Too often, the way female superheroes are dressed (and of course, the way they’re drawn), makes them more of a thing to have than a person to be; too often, female superheroes are vehicles of objectification, rather than identification.”—Diceratops does a lovely article about Miss America Chavez’s style which I’m afraid to forward to Jamie in case his head explodes. Though, I suppose that at least would be very WicDiv. I almost quoted the last three paragraphs, but I don’t want to take the climax away from Anna’s prose. (via kierongillen)
I found these two articles today (second one is here) by Sharon Chang, who studies mixed race issues in context of both her own and her young son’s experiences with mixed race identity. Thought other people might like to read them!
JFC Tumblr, NO, most women in the 16th century, when Shakespeare wrote, were NOT married off my age 14. It was UNUSUAL below the aristocracy (and those marriages were often not consummated until the bride was older) and that’s why Shakespeare makes a big deal about Juliet’s age, and about her mother’s. THEY ARE UNUSUALLY YOUNG.
Average marriage age for women across the board was early 20s, iirc, late 20s for men, late 20s for women and late 20s-early 30s for men, and our ancestors were not fucking stupid: they knew childbirth was dangerous (the number one cause of female mortality!) and that a 21-year-old was more likely to survive it than a 14-year-old. They also knew a man in his late 20s was more likely to be established and able to support a family, although that’s more relevant to the lower and middle classes. Did people get married younger? Of course! But on average, people were not getting married in their teens.
Think whatever you bloody well like about the “true meaning of R&J,” but the main characters—BOTH OF THEM—are unusually young for marriage, and Shakespeare damn well did it on purpose, and lampshaded it with Lady Capulet’s own unpreparedness for parenting, which she tries to tell herself is normal because it’s her own experience. (Would things have gone differently if R&J were older? IDK, maybe they’d have come up with a better escape plan, but since Laurence, a supposed adult, comes up with a pretty lousy one, who knows. Not my point.)
Seriously, there are hard stats to back up average marriage ages, and in very few agricultural or industrial societies has it ever been the teen years, for reasons of both biology and economics.
"Women in the past all got married at 14" is starting to rival the amazing gay paradise (women conveniently erased) of ancient Greece and Rome for historical bugbears in fandom that I want to fucking set on fire…
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.