as a huge unreliable narrator enjoyer i love the fact that the raven tower is narrated by someone who cannot lie. so the narration is not unreliable, and any kind of uncertainty is always couched in "here is a story i have heard" or "i imagine", but it scratches the same itch as unreliable narration because the evidentiality of the narration is still so central, just in the opposite way. stories that don't care about where the narrator is getting their information or what biases are present in the way that information is shared with us are on one end of a spectrum, and stories that do care about those things are on the other end, and the raven tower is firmly situated alongside the unreliably narrated stories even though the whole point is that the narrator is as motivated as it is possible to be to never say something that is untrue. and it's fascinating to see how ann leckie manages to build suspense and subvert expectations without really at any point deliberately misleading the reader. every time i reread one of her books, the bouncing of the dvd screensaver in my brain gets a little more frenetic. how does she do what she does. ann leckie what is your secret.
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Is anyone surprised that the judge ruling on this was a man? A 15-year old human trafficking victim killed her rapist and was found guilty of first degree murder. The police and prosecution didn't even argue that the man she killed was innocent or that she wasn't trafficked -- they just said that he wasn't an immediate danger to her because he was sleeping. The judge even "peppered Lewis with repeated requests to explain what poor choices she made that led up to Brooks' [her rapist] stabbing". Now she has to pay $150k to his family.
The justice system will never be just as long as men like this are in charge. They will choose the worst, most vile man over an innocent, victimized girl. She isn't even a legal adult yet and a dead rapist's life is still worth more than hers. Absolutely fucking sick.
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while we're waiting. oscar dead poets society
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Boy moms are something else.
I get that moms will always see their children as their "babies." That's completely fair and to be expected.
What I'm a little less comfortable with is when your fifteen-year-old son who's over six feet tall is somebody you consider "too young" to stay home by himself.
My parents would toss the phone at me (landlines back then), make sure I knew where the guns were in case there was an intruder, tell me there was enough food to cook whatever, and say "have fun" when I was eight.
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So, I've been thinking about the times at girl's camp. There was this climbing wall for my first few years. I have a fear of heights, so I didn't want to do it. So, of course, everyone collectively decided to keep asking me if I would do it until I did. And when I did, they fucking cheered me on. Like, thanks for the extra kick to the face, I'm having a panic attack, please stop acknowledging my existence. Also, they turned it into a lesson about having to trust in god and face our fears.
But now, I regret so much. Because I could've made it Hell for them to. Like, if they asked, I could've asked them if they had a fear of clowns, naturally because if they did, I could've done this because while my fear lasts for like a half hour at most, they have to look in the mirror every single day. And then, I could've gotten to a lower platform and give an anime villain monologue or something. Or if I seriously still didn't want to do it, even for that, I could've given them the middle finger. They would hate that just as much, probably.
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My wife must be having so much trouble.
She has this weaving project, right? Like, it's a data visualization thing for her LIS classes.
And she chose weaving.
But then I got this really fuckin' hot haircut and now I'm walking around the house in tanktops with this dykey haircut just occasionally singing songs to myself and just generally being an autistic butch trans girl.
Aphrodite, please, have mercy on her. She has weaving to do.
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in year 11 one of our core topics for modern history was cuba and one of the key subtopics was the missile crisis & this just so happened to coincide with round 3 of my intense xmcu hyperfixation and let me tell you. i used that shit as an excuse to watch xmen first class so many fucking times.
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