Tom Hiddleston aka Loki reads Shakespeare’s iconic Sonnet 18
Your ledger is dripping, it’s gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?
This is the basis sentimentality. This is a at child prayer, pathetic. You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors.
But they are a part of you and they will never go away. I won’t touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you, slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear. And then he’ll wake just long enough to see his good work. And when he screams, I’ll split his skull.
This is my bargain, you mewling quim!
Rather than fighting for every woman’s right to feel beautiful, I would like to see the return of a kind of feminism that tells women and girls everywhere that maybe it’s all right not to be pretty and perfectly well behaved. That maybe women who are plain, or large, or old, or differently abled, or who simply don’t give a damn what they look like because they’re too busy saving the world or rearranging their sock drawer, have as much right to take up space as anyone else.
I think if we want to take care of the next generation of girls we should reassure them that power, strength and character are more important than beauty and always will be, and that even if they aren’t thin and pretty, they are still worthy of respect. That feeling is the birthright of men everywhere. It’s about time we claimed it for ourselves.
Laurie Penny, “I don’t want to be told I’m pretty as I am – I want to live in a world where that’s irrelevant”, New Statesman, 11th of May 2013
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PS – this starts with women treating other women this way.
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