Ever notice how when justifying a child’s misbehavior no one ever says stuff like “girls will be girls” or “she’s a girl”, but the list of things a “young lady” can’t do is almost endless?
You learn from a young age that masculinity comes with freedom; femininity comes with restrictions.
Why are guys so obsessed with their dicks? We’ll be like “Mothers have the right to breastfeed their baby in public!” And without fail, dudes chime in with, “Does that mean I can pull my dick out in public? Can I urinate in public?” Chill the fuck out. This isn’t about your dick. You are already allowed to have your nipples out in public, sit the fuck down.
Well, he’s smoking hot.
That’s the only reason though. I find there isn’t much to men beyond their looks and their bodies anyways. No substance. I’m only in it for the sexy times. True story.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
#you know this some real shit cause if you’re in the rain for like five minutes in jane austen you get all sick #and have to be ‘bedridden’ and ‘fussed over’ #so he went out after her in the regency equivalent of a shootout just to be like #’I LOVE YOU BUT YOUR FAMILY IS POOR AND EMBARRASSING’
I don’t really consider myself a romantic by any stretch of the imagination.
But this movie - this scene in particular - turns me into an assorted chocolates-buying, rose-sniffing, wistful middle-distance-staring RO.MAN.TIC.