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I came to this realization years ago but: Korea loves Kpop girls, but don't love the actual girl.

They love the persona: the aegyo, the sexy stage, the bubbly songs, the submissiveness of female idols.

However, when these girls; these women (because I feel like some of them aren't even seen as that) are vocal about feminism, inequality, self love, or take any control over their lives; they are demonized in an instant. If someone leaked pictures of them that were supposed to be private, they are slut shamed, attention whores, ugly, or not that talented to begin with.

And this isn't restricted to kpop. This isn't restricted to Korea itself. But this is a factor, one of many, that messes with someone's mental state. Which could lead to things like suicide.

This quick "shoot down idols for being slightly flawed or human" is prevalent to both genders. We've lost idols from both genders. But there will ALWAYS be a different standard for women because they are supposed to be the pure innocent person that fits the societal gaze.

At the end of the day, if we do not break that mentality thrusted at us that these female idols (and all idols too) are simply here to be Barbie dolls and not human beings, then we run the risk of losing another idol.

Apparently the current proposed name of the hypothetical ninth planet is Persephone which is such a good name I’m mad I didn’t think of it.

IchiRuki isn't that great

For once can't two main characters just be friends? Y'all think it has to be romance???

can I just say you're the only one in the unhealthy/ healthy tomco post that's reasonable?? the person who posted it is legit dodging Toms flaws and things he's done wrong but you point them out and reason both sides. I have respect for you dude. I ship tomco and I wish some people would understand that even though Tom is making up for it, he did do bad things. you list that. applaud to you dude. (I'm kind of scared saying this tbh but I feel like I can trust you a bit)

I think my biggest problem with a lot of theory/ analysis/ discussion blogs on here is that i always felt like they were very biased.

Usually ship biased.

I prefer to usually be open minded when i talk about stuff then being that person who denies everything for their ship. Every ship has it’s flaws, and if you pretend they don’t it just sounds ignorant because you making one ship out to be utterly perfect while every other ship is bad because it has flaws just makes me think of you as unreliable. Even things you like, you can accept aren’t perfect, and that’s fine.

I love tomco, but i won’t sit here and deny the flaws within the characters, or the ship. I can acknowledge their flaws, and love the ship endlessly.

Tom is a fascinating character to me, i adore him. He’s not perfect, he makes bad choices, but i can understand where he’s coming from and why he makes them, it doesn’t make them any better but it does allow you to really get his character.

It makes him relatable, 3D, he’s no flat character who does everything right all the time, he’s a kid who is clearly going through a lot and in turn he does things that understandably make Star and Marco mad…which in turn makes you feel for him since you know all Tom wants is to be loved and feel proud of himself. And he keeps driving away two people who have the making to be his best friends.

Tom is not an angel, but he’s also not the heartless monster a lot of the fandom treats him as.

He’s an understandable character, and i know in the future he and i’m sure some other characters will do things i will call them out for. But i’m glad the crew wanted to take this route with him, I really hope we see Tom grow to feel proud of himself and love himself someday and I’m glad Marco is here for him and stays by his side despite everything, because Marco didn’t have to do that, but he just cares about Tom and it’s just sweet of him to want to still hang out with him despite his flaws and everything in their past.

They’re too good for this fanbase.

I can’t wait to watch them learn from their mistakes and grow closer in future seasons.

And thanks, i’m glad people enjoy my thoughts on the matter. ^^;

Italy watching Germany lose 👀

Why is Steg so hot ?!!!

He’s hot in a jjba type of hot godaaaammm

Smooooooooth

rolled up to the girl

A story that may have relevance for others, or then again, maybe not:

When I was in college, about ten or so years ago, I was a history major. I wanted to learn to dance, so I joined a swing dance club on campus. To my surprise, this club had about twice as many men as women (in high school, the last time I’d tried dancing, the ratio had gone the other way–lots of girls, and boys only that you could drag by their ears).

But apparently, there had been some kind of word spread specifically to the STEM guys that dance was a way that they could meet girls.

So anyway. I joined the swing dance club, and met a few guys. And at one point, when socializing with the guys outside of dance class, one of them asked me what my research was on. (I had already established that I was an honors history student doing a thesis, just as he had established that he was an honors… I’m not sure if he was CS or Math, but it was one of those.)

So I gave him the thumbnail sketch of my research. Now, to be clear, an honors senior thesis, while nothing like what a graduate student would do, was still fairly in-depth. I had to translate primary sources from the original late-Classical Latin. (My professor said, basically, that while there were plenty of translations of my source material, that I’d only be able to comfortably trust them if I had at least made a stab at a translation of my own. And he was right.) And there was so much secondary material, often contradictory, that I had been carefully sorting through.

But I was able to sift it into a three-sentence summary of my senior thesis work, you know, as one does.

So I gave him that summary, and then asked–since he was also an undergraduate senior doing an honors thesis–what his research was on.

“Oh,” he said, “you wouldn’t understand it.”

Reader, I went home in a frothing rage. Because I had thought we were playing one game–a game of ‘let’s talk about what we’re passionate about!’– and he had been playing another game, which was, one-upsmanship. I had done my best to give a basically understandable brief of my research–and he had used that against me. As if my research, my painstaking translation, my digging through archives and ILLs of esoteric works, my reading of ten thousand articles in Speculum (yes, the pre-eminent medievalist journal in North America is called Speculum, I’m sorry, it’s hilarious/sad but also true), and then my effort to sum it up for him, was nothing. Because his research into some kind of algorithm or other was just too complex for my tiny brain to conceive of. Because I just couldn’t possibly understand his work.

Now, the important note here is that the person I went home to was my senior year roommate. She was a graduate student–normally undergrads and graduate students couldn’t be roommates, but we’d been friends for years, and the tenured faculty-in-residence used his powers for good and permitted us to be roommates that year. Anyway. My senior year roommate was basically… in retrospect I think possibly an avatar of Athena. She was six feet tall, blonde, attractive in a muscular athletic way, a rock climber and racquetball player, sweet but sharp, extremely socially awkward, exceptionally kind even when it cost her to be kind, and an incredibly brilliant computer science major who spent most of her time working on extremely complicated mathematical algorithms. (Yes, I was a little in love with her, why do you ask? But she was as straight as a length of rope, and is now happily married, and so am I, so it worked out.)

(Still, yes, she is my mental image of Athena, to this day.)

Anyway, I came home in a frothing rage to my roommate, the Athena avatar. And I said, “He made me feel like such an idiot, that I could sum up my research to him but his research was just too smart for stupid little me.”

And she shut her book, and smiled at me, with her dark eyes and her high cheekbones and her bright hair, and said, “If he can’t explain his research to you, then he’s not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.”

Now I hesitated, because I’d be in college long enough to have sort of bought into the ridiculous idea that if you couldn’t dazzle them with your brilliance, you should baffle them with your bullshit. But she said, “Look, I’ve been doing work on computer science algorithms that have significantly complicated mathematical underpinnings. What do I do?”

And I said, “Genetic algorithms–that is, self-optimizing algorithms–for prioritization, specifically for scheduling.”

“Right,” she said. “You couldn’t code them because you’re not a computer scientist or a mathematician. But you can understand what I do. If someone can’t explain it like that, it isn’t a problem with you as a person. It’s a problem with them. They either don’t understand it as well as they think they do–or they want to make you feel inferior. And neither is a positive thing.”

So. There.

If you are looking into something and have a question, and someone treats you like an idiot for not understanding right away… here is what I have to say: maybe it isn’t you who is the idiot.

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