I’ll quit when my goddamn job is finally done.
26-year-old fat, liberal Southern lady with a weakness for scruffy scoundrels and ladies who kick ass.
When people say “it’s not classy for a lady to curse”
BITCH THIS LADY IS THE EPITOME OF CLASS
LOOK AT HER CURSE. LOOK AT IT.
You’re a spy, not a soldier.
I love her in the final scene with the Chitauri so, so much. She’s the only one of them we see figuring out where their weak spots are, how their bodies operate, how they fly their flying things. She takes them out with their own weapons. We see the ferociousness on her face, the effort involved in every movement, and she just never stops. She’s probably my favorite female superhero that I’ve ever seen onscreen (not that there are a whole lot to choose from, dammit, but still).
A List of Fictional Ladies → O-Ren Ishii
As your leader, I encourage you, from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you’re unconvinced that a particular plan of action I’ve decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you. And I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is… I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now’s the fucking time!
Something I’ll never be tired of: EVIL LADIES.
Something that was tired before it began: evil ladies being held exclusively accountable for the sins of their male counterparts.
Sometimes this is a fandom problem (Jaime Lannister, ASOIAF), sometimes a textual one (Graham, OUAT), sometimes a bit of both (Spike, BTVS). But it’s a problem no matter what, because it’s a pattern. Situational “bad boys” are shown as being maneuvered into place by an unapologetic dame. Male straddlers of the grey line are constantly being pushed into this back-and-forth of acting (for reasons of badassery) and regretting (for reasons of woobie), and the woman’s pushed forth as a get-out-of-jail-free card. Oh, she pushed him into it; oh, he’s doing it for love of her, or for her volition, but he has a heart, unlike that cold snake bitch he’s fucking!
Usually it’s so they’re made palatable as a romantic lead, which makes the schematic even grosser: we’re meant to expect their redemption the minute they switch lady hands, because why not? Why make it about their conflict when we could make it a dichotomy of Good Woman v. Bad Woman! Not like this poor bro had any choice in the matter! They never wanted to do the things they did! They’re GOOD GOOD GOOD under all that sexy badass set dressing! GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!
They make it so easy.
And it’s dull as fuck.
Who wants to read about anyone who isn’t the main character of their own life (regardless of what they are in the text)? Who thinks it’s sexy to have a character’s intellectual and emotional agency obliterated just so that they can serve as a moral clean slate? It’s weird, it’s infantilizing, and really, what a spectacularly patronizing way to treat your readers/viewers: an adult male with blood on his hands can only do Bad Things™ out of some kind of mean-spirited emotional thrall? Sorry, I don’t think so. Try again. Try letting your characters make fucked-up choices for a myriad of reasons, both selfish and unselfish, both cruel and kind, both well- and ill-meant. Note, choices. Try treating your characters like goddamn adults for once.
Choice is more interesting. Grey is more interesting. Expect me to find a tabula rasa under that black leather and I’m not going to buy it. It is not always the woman that bids them eat—and even if bidden, they have to be treated accountable for the bite.
How Not To Look A Hot Mess While Wearing Jewelry by Pam.
"Eat me, Sebastian! It’s okay for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone. But when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there’s your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud." — KATHRYN MERTEUIL, CRUEL INTENTIONS.