Monthly Archives: May 2012

Stereotypically Slytherin

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Last year I signed up for Pottermore beta, and was able to get sorted before the website opened to the public. Much to my pleasure, I was sorted into Slytherin, which is my favourite house (followed by Ravenclaw). That surprised me a whole lot, since some of the answers I gave seemed (to me) more like something a Hufflepuff would say. But since there are only about seven questions in the sorting quiz, and the combination is different whenever you answer it, I decided I would sign up and get sorted again when Pottermore finally opened to the public.

Well, just the other day, it did. And since I have three email addresses, I signed up twice more. The questions I got in the sorting quizzes were mostly different each time, but with a few common questions. The first time, I answered the questions like a Hufflepuff again, and again, got sorted into Slytherin. The second time, I answered the questions like (I think) a Ravenclaw, and was tied between Ravenclaw and Slytherin (the last question was just choosing between the two houses).

I also did the wand quiz two more times (obviously, since you have to), and both times, I got wands with a dragon heartstring core. The same core I got the first time. According to JK Rowling, owners of wands with dragon cores are easily swayed to the dark side. Therefore, according to JK Rowling, I should be a Slytherin who is easily swayed to the dark side. How stereotypical.

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Let’s All Be Shallow & Watch Actors, Not Movies

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I finally watched Thor on Friday. I figured it was about time, since I was going to see the Avengers the next day. But yes, I finally saw Thor. And I must say, I don’t get what some people are complaining about – I loved it! But of course, that may have been mostly to do with two little words – Tom Hiddleston.

As soon as he came on screen, in the scene where Thor is yelling about attacking the Frost Giants, I just fell in love (okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but close enough). Watching him raise that eyebrow of his, and keeping the exact same expression (except for the eyebrow slowly getting higher) for the entire scene, just cemented Loki as my favourite character. Thor? He was just an arrogant dick with predictable character development. But Loki was interesting, with actual substance – he had a point.

Sure, in the Avengers, he was less “hateful with a reason” and more “Ima kill you all!”. But the attractiveness of Tom Hiddleston (the actor who plays Loki) more than made up for that. Now, I’ve only ever seen Tom Hiddleston play Loki. I’ve never seen him in anything else. So until today, he was just any other good hot actor to me. But then I found out something that really raised my opinion of him (not that it wasn’t high already). Whilst filming the Avengers, he asked Chris Hemsworth (Thor) to actually hit him during the fight scenes, to make it look realistic. Now that is dedication. I think I’ll be wincing a whole lot more next time I watch the Avengers.

And now, because I cannot think of an appropriate segue between my topics, to Viserys. Did anyone else see similarities between Tom Hiddleston and Harry Lloyd? I don’t think they’re actually that alike, but for some reason, Tom Hiddleston reminded me of Harry Lloyd when I was watching Thor. Maybe it’s just because not many people I know find either of them attractive like I do. I need to stop swooning over actors like this. I think I have kinda weird taste in men.

Edit: Just found out that Tom Hiddleston and Harry Lloyd are in Henry IV together. I need to see this. I think I might overdose on hotness.

Woman Against Feminism

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I like to think of myself as quite a feminine person. I love getting my hair and make-up done, and going shopping for pretty dresses. I love getting dressed up in fancy dresses and high heels (even though I can barely walk in them). I love having long hair that I can curl, or pin back, or braid.

But I am not a feminist. I think the title might have made that obvious.

In theory, feminism is the advocacy of women’s rights, to create equality between the sexes. But in reality, that is so not the case. How many feminists do you see who want women to have more rights than men? How many feminists do you see who read everything as being sexist? And how many feminists do you see who are actually just anti-male, or against all things feminine?

It is for these reasons that I identify not as a feminist, but as a woman against feminism.

Piercing Babies’ Ears

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I haven’t posted in a while. Probably because I haven’t thought of anything upsetting or awesome enough to post about. But that’s over now.

The other day I stumbled across something on the internet. A woman was asking about the best age to get her newborn baby’s ears pierced. A newborn baby. Being forced to have holes stabbed in her ears just because her mother thinks it will look pretty.

Now there are several things wrong with this idea. The least serious being “why does a baby need earrings to look pretty?!”. Babies are cute. Period. They don’t need little gems or baubles in their earlobes to make them look nice. They’re not going to look in the mirror and think “Ooh, look at those lovely stones in my ears!”. They’re going to look in the mirror and think “Ooh, a play-mate!”. And to be honest, I find earrings on a baby quite creepy. Babies with earrings remind me of toddlers wearing make-up.

I remember when I got my ears pierced. I was about six years old, and had been begging my parents to get them done for a while. I wanted earrings because I thought they were pretty, and I wanted to be able to pick out and wear all sorts of different styles of them. But no matter why I wanted them, in the end, it was my choice to get them. Babies don’t have that choice. And that’s really what my opinion all comes down to. Choice.

Imagine being small. So small that people can pick you up and take you wherever they want. Now imagine that you can’t even speak. You can’t ask any questions, or voice any protests. And on top of that, you have almost no control over your limbs. Now imagine that someone is about to stab a needle through your earlobe. You don’t understand what’s going on, but you can’t ask. The thought of the needle terrifies you, but you can’t say anything about it. You try to push the needle away, but your arms are too floppy. So what do you do? You cry. You cry because that’s all you can do. But still no-one prevents the needle from piercing your earlobe.

But if imagining something like that is a bit beyond your reach, then try this: You’re bound and gagged, and strapped to a chair. Someone comes toward you with a needle in their hand. Unable to do anything, you’re forced to sit there as they stab the needle through your earlobe.

How did that feel? Do you think you would enjoy that? Having no control? Not being able to do anything as someone pokes holes in your body? I know I wouldn’t enjoy that. I chose to have my ears pierced. If I didn’t choose it, and someone pierced them anyway, I would have been terrified! Babies don’t get a choice. Please, oh God, please, just wait a few years until they do.