of angels that make so bold

last night I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth but

I brushed my teeth at the kitchen sink

and this morning I wanted to take a shower but

surprise

and a few minutes ago I had to take out the trash and

I give up

wingsoutstretched:

but honestly with elementary it’s like we have this show and these writers that are intent on slyly deconstructing every single sexist trope that we expect to see on a network program that JUST SO HAPPENS to have a male and a female as its leads 

because here in this episode we have this standard scene where MALE CHARACTER walks into FEMALE ROOMIE’S ROOM to discuss something important, and female roomie’s got to get dressed

and let’s just take a second to deconstruct what that scene ALWAYS does in traditional media (I.E. IT’S SEX OR SEXUAL TENSION IT ALWAYS IS IT ALWAYS ALWAYS IS) and what it gloriously REFUSES to do in this scene because

first, there are no sexual innuendoes, no lame-ass jokes that joan is less than clothed, i.e., less than the position he’s in. instead, holmes turns around and starts addresing the case at hand. end of story.

but THEN. joan changes clothes in the background, and she is fully clothed at all times. she covers one tank with the next. she adds a pair of socks. and, most importantly, she breaks a trope: she fiddles with finding the zip on her shirt, and she doesn’t ask the man in the room to help her. which, as you know, is a classic stereotypical ~sexual tension WILL THEY OR WON’T THEY~ move. joan fixes her own goddamn shirt. I repeat: JOAN FIXES HER OWN GODDAMN SHIRT. it might not seem like much, but when you think about this show in relation to so many other messages you get during the course of a typical day, and you think about how that scenario might play out on another show, you can’t help but realize how this show not only does this, but does this kind of thing like hitting a gently lobbed softball.

Once again, Elementary gets the important things right, and I love it all the more for having done so. 

grassangel:

foxpee:

Right now,

you could just get up,

walk out your front door,

and just keep walking?

And then walked

and walked

and walked…?

To somewhere you don’t know the name of

miles and miles away?

It freaks me out.

I live in New Zealand. Within five hours up to a day you would hit a coastline unless you specifically went inland. At the most you’d end up on a stretch of road with a cafe and the entry roads to six farms that’s called Waikikamukau.

misandryinhaiku:

“women are weaklings!”

i’m strong enough to carry

your corpse to the woods