miau

22 she/her autistic as fuuuuck | I don't use Twitter much

[joshua @joshuaa2_]

if the races were flipped, this WHOLE story would be on mainstream for weeks. i’m fucking tired of it.

[Isabel Brown @theisabelb]

Haven't even watched the Sydney Sweeney ad yet, so can someone explain to me like I'm 5 why a woman monetizing her sexualization is all of a sudden "setting women back hundreds of years" according to the very feminists who insist sex work is real work and that women should be able to profit from pornographic content on Only Fans? 🤔

Was it all bad all along after all?

[Tiffany ✨ @tiffanyandsadie]

Feminists are okay with a woman strangling her own babies but Sydney Sweeney posing nude is where they draw the line.

[miau @astrogirled]

I don't get it, y'all are all for sexual liberation and 'my body my choice' until it's a woman you don't like, then all of a sudden she's making every woman look bad

[fuck it we bawl @fuckitwebawl_]

for every act of micro feminism i do sydney sweeney sets feminism 100 years back

[Kitler @Kitler512]

Ever notice how it’s only White nations that are “ideas” and “a set of values” while every other nation is its people?

[Female Gremlin @trashgyn]

just as you guys correctly stated, some women don’t have uteruses and that doesn’t make them less of a woman so why would a man chopping his dick off make him less of a man? or does that argument not benefit you anymore?

[Diginomad @Realist_pilled]

Both of these statues consumed three years of a human life.

One began as a ruined block of Carrara marble that two earlier sculptors had already abandoned as hopeless. A twenty-six-year-old from Florence built a wooden enclosure around it so no one could watch, then spent those years in near-solitude, sleeping in his clothes, eating little, striking the stone until a figure emerged that Giorgio Vasari declared superior to every statue, ancient or modern, Greek or Roman. David is caught in the second before he steps toward Goliath. The sling is still hidden. The brow is furrowed. The veins stand out on the hand that will soon send the stone. He is not celebrating victory; he is gathering himself for a fight he has no right to win. He is the human form rendered so exactly that five centuries later the marble still seems warm. He was made for a cathedral and later placed before the palace of a republic that understood beauty as a public duty and proportion as a kind of moral grammar. Michelangelo said the figure was already inside the stone; he only had to set it free.

The other was conceived on a screen, printed as a small model, then enlarged, cast in bronze, and coated in a pigment ground from lapis lazuli. It shows a nameless young woman in a tight blue dress and platform heels, jewellery catching the light, one leg thrown forward as if she is late for something. The artist is careful to tell us she is not a heroine, not a saint, not even a specific person. She is “everywoman.” She is the passer-by. She is the present tense walking into a future that apparently asks nothing more of us than recognition.

Stand them next to each other and the distance between 1504 and 2026 becomes visible in a single glance.

We once set our highest plinths with images of men who had looked a giant in the eye and of gods who had looked back. We carved bodies that remembered they were made in an image greater than their own. The squares of our cities were arguments for the possibility of the soul. Now the same squares are asked to celebrate the unexceptional self, dressed for the evening, striding past Nelson’s Column on her way to whatever comes next. The National Gallery stands directly behind the new figure, its rooms still filled with the very tradition this statue quietly declines to continue.

A civilisation reveals what it worships by what it chooses to raise above the heads of its citizens. When the gaze that once travelled upward - toward the divine, toward the heroic, toward an ideal of the human form so precise it still silences rooms - is redirected sideways toward the crowd and called “representation,” something more than taste has changed. The ordinary and the unlovely are never merely decorative. They instruct. They tell the young there is no longer anything higher to become, only something more visible to be.

Michelangelo found David already living inside the marble. We have forgotten how to look.

[agave the White @agave_redeux]

Remember that rejection letter from your dream school. Remember all the ignored job applications. Remember not being able to afford a starter home. Remember as your wages stay stagnant.
Remember young White man.

[The Pentagram ⛧ Still Burns @pentagramburns_]

He's using it backwards

[miau @astrogirled]

nothing says fuck fascism like getting your tits out, am I right ladies? that'll really show them

[RadioGenoa @RadioGenoa]

Protests in France.

[🙧 𝐒𝐊𝐘 🙥 @amabphrodite]

For many of these guys, they choose a bastardized version of a goth aesthetic because "goth dommy mommy" was a popular porn genre when they were teenagers, and as adults, their autogynephilia makes them want to become the idealized porn woman they used to furiously masturbate to.

However, virtually none of them have any feminine energy, so their attempt to be that goth dommy mommy fails quite miserably, and they all just come off as men wearing black lipstick and an ill-fitting black polyester dress they got off Amazon, or in this case, a band tee.

[Bo French @bofrench]

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