not people on instagram calling paris paloma’s labour “female rage.” like don’t get me wrong it’s a good song, it’s catchy, but it is feminine displeasure at most. girlies if you saw the type of feminine rage i support you’d call it problematic.
You know what character I want more light on? Because of the sheer potential? Because the Rogues need their own Alfred?
Jessica Dent.
I'm pretty sure she appeared In one issue where she took Harvey's place as a watered down version of Two Face, BUT, -- do you know the sheer, naked, shameless enjoyment in me when I imagine what she could be?
I'm having such a fun time imagining Sofia Vergara pointing at that 6'7 tank of a man and going " This is my hermanito Harvey. Just a little baby,"
It opens up a world of variety for Harvey's character as well, with a realistic ' eldest daughter' take.
Lucy Dent was an abused woman, mentally, physically, emotionally, and someone needed to pick up the slack and forget the credit. Why else have a daughter for?
I like to imagine that before, when Harvey was still swallowed up in those shadow dripping corners of Gotham, Bruce checked up on her constantly.
She has a shitty husband and Bruce is convinced Harvey would've hated him viciously. He's too much like Christopher Dent to be good, and he downright throws a party when she finally divorces his sorry ass.
Martinez pops his collar when she's at the station, furious that one of her older babies got caught trying to talk to his tio Harvey, because we need you, mama needs you, and she misses you, - and is like, " Watch and learn, freak. Maybe you'll learn what game is."
Jessica is like 6' and thinks he's adorable and Bruce smiles because oh boy, if this doesn't take Harvey out of Gotham's underbelly, nothing will.
BUT ITS SO IMPORTANT TO ME THAT JESSICA IS LIKE THE BATKIDS' COOL AUNT.
She has so many stories about Harvey and Bruce and is so shameless in sharing them. She pats Jason's chest and smacks her teeth. " Aye, you're getting skinny" and sets him up with blind dates
James is anxious about Dave's weekend stayover.
setting: In James' flat in Acton, London, early 1978
characters involved: James & Dave Stone (featuring Echo the cat)
warnings: none that i can think of
I was in the car with my dad yesterday, and he was letting me play my music instead of his usual playlist, so I put on one of my favourite songs in existence
It's probably a miracle that Paris Paloma didn't release Labour until AFTER I completed my Stella Ransome fic or else I would have had it on loop while writing it
Ok...I was already feral about this song when it popped up on my Spotify, but I finally watched the music video and DAMN she tapped into some deep-rooted generational female rage with this one. Playing on repeat for the foreseeable future.
Vor 'n paar Stunden hab ich meinem neuen Nachbarn mit den flawless violin skills noch versichert, dass er so lang spielen kann, wie er mag, für mich wär das kein Problem.
Und jetzt haben wir Viertel vor 12 und drüben ist es ruhig und ich wollte eigentlich zu diesem Song schreiben, sing mir zu der Bridge aber stattdessen die Seele aus dem Leib, upsi, BUT IT'S SUCH A MOOD:
"idk your feminism isn't sitting well with me when it's only loud about hairy armpits and barbie and not countless women unable to access bare minimum feminine care, no anesthesia during childbirth, shortages in sanitary products, women shelters closing down, Iactating mothers being a higher risk for malnutrition, young girls having no access to education, food or water, and the list worsens" [tiktok video uploaded by a person behind the screen with this caption above while the viral song "labour" by Paris Paloma plays in the background with part of the chorus: "All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid/Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant/Just an appendage, live to attend him/So that he never lifts a finger..."
when paris paloma said “all day every day therapist mother maid, nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant, 24/7 baby machine so he can live out his pickett fence dreams, it’s not an act of love if you make her, you make me do TOO MUCH LABOUR” it awoke a primal feminine rage in me
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then virgin, nurse then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
obsessed with paris paloma and every single song of hers. obsessed with female rage. if i'm going down i guess i'll take you with me. every time you are succeeding, there's an old man somewhere seething, and spite's as good a reason to take his power. take that rage and bottle up, and put a drop into his cup of wine. you don't need him, you don't need me, with that poion bottle you'll be free. all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant, just an appendage, live to attend him so that he never lifts a finger, twenty four seven baby machine, so he can live out his picket fence dream, it's not an act of love if you make her. you make me do too much labour
cake bake betty: vocally she sounds quite different - much more... folky? - but lyrics-wise she's very similar to ethel with her eeriness and dark themes. i recommend starting with the spine song and dear mother
paris paloma: if u came to ethel for the rage and anguish of womanhood then paris is v v good. if u dont know the name off the top of ur head then this is the woman behind 'the fruits' and also 'labour' which is the song all over tiktok atm (ALL DAY EVERY DAY THERAPIST MOTHER MAID NYMTH THEN A VIRGIN NURSE THEN A SERVANT-). it's not out yet but when it is im gonna be insane about it
flower face: HEAVY on this one. both ethel's brand of lyricism AND a similar sound. baby teeth has a special place in my heart bc it introduced me to flower face, but also rapheal, tell me when it hurts and virgin get me dissociating in my room at 2am
nicole dollanganger: just like flower face i think they're the two most similar to ethel cain's brand. im very new to nicole dollanganger but yk when u just instantly latch onto an artist? i like 'tammy faye' and 'nymphs finding the head of orpheus' by her. she's v lana del reycore
A friend sent me this and it's been on repeat in my head ever since! Women angrily sing about the amount of labour they've been forced to do for m*n and how sick and tired they are of it.
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All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
Why are you hangin' on
So tight
To the rope that I'm hangin' from
Off this island?
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it
So let me go
And dive into the waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water
From the rocky mountain spring?
And walk back down again
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Verse 2]
Apologies from my tongue
Never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
And weaponise
The false incompetence
It's dominance under guise
[Pre-Chorus]
If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Bridge]
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 baby machine)
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
You make me do too much labour