1 cup movies and tv
1 cup comics and clever quotes
1/2 cup pretty pictures and old advertisements
1/4 cup feels and fangirling
Generous scoop of feminism
Hefty dose of wanderlust
3 TB each snark and overconfidence
2 tsp apathy
Dash of Anglophilia
Mix well, bake until fully formed.
Read, reblog, and repeat.
"Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids."