Okay now let's do this thing
Note: I know nothing about what I'm about to talk about Female characters, in general, seem to get a bad rap. For some reason, probably the centuries of sexism leading up to the modern culture, they are deconstructed and critically analyzed. I'm not sure if such is done on male characters, but from what I've seen it occurs more frequently with females. Now, I should note that I am a feminist. I think women deserve the same rights of men, and believe that sexism is a major problem in society. However, I have some issues with other feminists breakdown of characters. It seems like so many feminists are trying to create the "feminist character" in video games, novels, etc. This person would be the woman who encompasses all points of feminism. She is feminine, manly, intelligent, simple, trustworthy, mysterious, etc. As you can see, that doesn't work. Throwing everything you want in a character is like eating all your favorite foods in one bite. Alone they might work, but together most likely not. My "solution" to the problem is not that I define what is a feminist character. People have different ideas of what that is. My proposal is that we stop trying to make feminine ideals work as a cohesive human being. This is not meaning that people don't make developed females, but rather keep them from having to be the stereotypical "average teenage girl who can kick ass." Just make female characters. Make them weak, strong, beautiful, ugly. The issue is not that we don't have feminist characters, it's that we don't have enough developed female characters to begin with. This maybe added to or continued as it becomes convenient to me.
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Ha ha I know nothing about what I'm about to write about. This is going to get into tangents very quickly.
I don't know if I can call myself independent nor dependent. Like so many of the middle class society of idealism, I can claim no pronounced case to prove myself either way. However, for the sake of the argument I am going to focus on my independence. There is nothing worse or better than independence. You don't have to answer to anyone, you can go where you want and do what you please. It's intoxicating, filling my mind with all sorts of dreams and hopes for the future. Freedom becomes this little urge to move forward, towards the end of the road even if I don't know where I'm going. To be honest, it's wonderful and I enjoy these newfound abilities within myself. The problem arises when the night falls, when all the stores close and your left with your blinds shut. Alone. There's no one to turn to, no one to scare off those monsters that are woken by the steady breaths of sleep. You're driving down your dream street still, but it's all too fast. I'm torn, watching the corpses scattered in the ditches, eyes wide open and hands clutching the grass as they try to pull themselves toward an end, any end. Yet there really is no end, is there? You just have to make peace with your gods or calculate forever, because forever is the infinity you're left with on the open road. Forever in a candle flicker, if that makes sense. It doesn't though, it never does. Independence, like everything damned to the human conscious, is caught in a web of uncertainty and contradiction. I'm dead but alive, beautiful but hideous. I'm independent, but I'm chained to the nature of my own mind and the minds of the society that binds me. |