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“Never again. No more obsession. No more craziness. No more Joker.
 I finally see that slime for what he is.
A murderous, manipulative, irredeemable…
Angel!”
     -Harley Quinn

gaaahDAMN

I think the thing I loved about the whole Harley and the Joker dynamic was that few writers ever tried concealing how fucking unhealthy their relationship was, or romanticizing it in anyway. When the reader/viewer sees their relationship as a third party, and how the Joker is constantly harming her and how she keeps returning, the reader/viewer wants them to split, for her sake. It’s an excellent portrayal of an abusive relationship and how the abused party can actually want to stay with their significant other despite the shit they go through, and it’s a great way for pop culture to help others recognize the characteristics of such a relationship.

I mean look at this. He pushes her out of a window, and she still feels attracted to him nevertheless. Think of how frustrating that is, that she’s still completely blind to how terrible he is. Imagine how different things would be if, rather than glorifying unhealthy romances, the media continued to show things like this and instilled the same kind of frustration in mass audiences. I imagine that complacency on such issues would drop quite a bit.

GOD BLESS YOU when people romanticize their relationship my soul dies a little

I love these character dynamics, I love them both for being SO damaged, you can obviously see the abuse but you can also see the futility in trying to take her away from him. There’s no help for her and that’s where the sadness comes from her character despite the fact she’s obviously a villain and has been warped to enjoy everything she does if it makes the man she loves happy.

God I love this show.

Entertained as a kid, makes you think as a semi-adult.

Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.

Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.

That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?

The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.
Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via brute-reason)

A villain must be a thing of power, handled with delicacy and grace. He must be wicked enough to excite our aversion, strong enough to arouse our fear, human enough to awaken some transient gleam of sympathy. We must triumph in his downfall, yet not barbarously nor with contempt, and the close of his career must be in harmony with all its previous development.”

My class today

  • Me:

    So when you see the 4 year old boy pull the little girl's hair...

  • Students:

    He likes her!

  • Me:

    Now they are around 11 or 12 and he grabs her arm and wrestles her to the ground even though she calls him a jerk and yells at him to leave her alone.

  • Students:

    That is just how boys are.

  • Me:

    Now they are 18 and he grabs her arm and--

  • Students:

    Oh, that's not okay.

  • Me:

    Really? How would he know? How would she know? How would you know? You just told me that for the first 17 years of these children's lives that you thought it was cute, sweet, and natural for a boy to grab a girl and be rough with her.

  • Students:

    Oh.

  • Me:

    Oh, is right.

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