in which freema agyeman continues to play characters that break the mold for what people think women should be
in which freema agyeman continues to be a complete inspiration
Last night, three or four of us got into a fight about whether a boy at the party looked like Sebastian from The Carrie Diaries. We’re 22, AND THAT SHOW FUCKING RULES
When we are young, they tell us that “boys will be boys!”
when they chase us around and tackle us to the ground.
When we cry we are told that we should “just ignore them”
because they’re “only playing”, that they “didn’t mean it”.
When we are young, they teach us that we don’t matter.
When we are a little older, we read and we watch and we learn
that if a man persists for long enough, he will “get the girl”
and “win her heart”, as though we’re a shiny trophy to be displayed.
We learn that it’s not stalking, it’s romance! It’s not scary, it’s sweet!
Can’t we see how much he loves her? Can’t we see how much she needs him?
Can’t we see how she only starts to live her life once he arrives in it?
We’re a little older, and we learn that we should be like that,
that “no” doesn’t matter because we don’t know best.
When we are grown, if we’re lucky, we see the truth.
We will not, should not, and should never have been
reduced to mere side-characters in our own stories.
We are not “damsels in distress”, waiting for our knight in shining armour.
We don’t need a hero. We are our own heroes now,
and we don’t need you to save us from anything.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Dear everyone in my ask box
My coat was from eBay, originally from Asos. It’s dogtooth grey.
My boots are from Topman around 2 years ago.
My waistcoat is vintage from eBay.
My trousers are dogtooth blue from Topman about a year ago.
Yes my hair is made of magic.
Now off you all go, dress like Time Lord Wizards and show me how you get on!