Why? Well, for one thing, it seems like a perfect example of the hostile environment women have to deal with when they attend conventions. However, the T-shirt’s manufacturer, Tankhead Custom Tees, has just come forward to explain why the shirt isn’t sexist.
“the fangirl/fanboy shirts can best be explained like this: fangirls/boys =/= fans. Fans are people who like and genuinely respect a fandom, and it’s creators. Fangirls/boys are like those creepy fedora wearing neckbearded bronies, or hetalia fanfiction shippers, who make us all collectively cringe in pain at what they do to the things we love.
No one should ever defend these kinds of people. Seriously, they make the rest of us look bad.”
So, just to be clear here, the shirt isn’t insulting toward all women, just the ones who are the wrong kind of fan. …
again. listen. listen carefully. fangirl/fanboy is not a term any person uses on themselves. it’s a general term for people who take there love of whatever it is they love too far. the line of what makes a fangirl/fanboy is different to everyone but IT’S A NEGATIVE TERM.
it’s America term for otaku. if you called a japanese person an otaku they would be offended, if you called me a fangirl i would be offend
BECAUSE IT’S MEANT TO FUCKING OFFEND YOU.
it’s calling someone an asshole, or a bitch or a cunt. it’s a word MEANT to offend you. so lets break down this stupid shirt by replacing the words a little
"i like my assholes like i like my coffee, i hate coffee"
THIS IS 100% THE SAME THING. just let this one go. it’s not sexist, it’s not elitist it’s saying, I DONT LIKE DUMB PEOPLE. for the love of god.
If you actually think the word “fangirl” is synonymous with the word “asshole,” then maybe you should take a look at how the word is actually used in every day life, not by the idiots who use it in pejorative or insulting ways, but by actual fangirls who use it to describe who we are and what we do.
Also not an insult:
Fangirl is what I call myself because I’m a fan, I identify as a girl, and it colours how I faneverything. It is not an insult ! It is a badge of honour ! We create, we think, we love, we admire, we quarrel, we settle, we live and if we are mocked well…
Also Fangirl by Raibow Rowell is an excellent book.
Hahaha so they argue that no one calls themselves “fangirl” because it’s gross and an insult?
Jon “coolest guy in the universe” Stewart uses it, and not in a negative way.
(btw, I do use “fanboy” as an insult, to qualify an attitude that I despise. I use “fangirl” (regardless of gender) to qualify people who produce anything good and creative and cool in a fandom or are just really passionate in a positive way; and I started doing that naturally without even thinking about it, so no, “fangirl” is definitely not an insult to me, and I’d deffo call myself that given the opportunity)
i really hope they stop adding white people to sherlock
that baby should be black and she’s genetically mary and john’s and they never acknowledge these two white people having a black baby that is both theirs
that’s how badly i need diverse casting
LOL orcabelly was saying in the car to 221b Con that they should introduce the third Holmes brother and he should be black but they just never say anything he’s just this black dude and he’s their brother.
Then white characters on the show try to ask, “is he your brother or, like your brother?” And all three - Mycroft, Sherlock, and Terry Crews Holmes - just turn and glower at them silently until they put their hands up, back out of the room, pack their things, and leave the country entirely.
i will only accept terry crews as the third holmes brother
american accent too
Terry Crews also plays Mary and John’s new daughter, Terry Crews Watson. She’s a lively, charming, and physically intimidating child. No one seems confused by this development, the sudden abundance of Terry Crews, apart from Lestrade. He comes home from the Yard after nearly two days without sleep, exhausted and unnerved. Stumbling into the bathroom, he flicks on the light, looks into the mirror. Screams. There’s no trace of his increasingly gray hair or eternally weary expression. Instead of his own face reflected back to him, it’s just Terry Crews, oiled and rippling in a magenta speedo, giving him a thumbs-up.
He runs outside, slamming the door and spilling down the steps. He’s convinced he’s having a panic attack. Too many cups of coffee, not enough rest. The sun’s just begun to set and the early evening breeze is cool. He tries to slow his breathing. A flock of birds drift overhead. He closes his eyes and opens them again:
Fuck it, reblogging because I forgot I did this last night and spit water all over myself.
D'Artagnan, ace detective, no crime goes unsolved... unless your wife is bammin' slammin' bootylicious and then I'll leave your ass in jail. He's in good company, with Aramis, future priest (so long as his dick isn't actively in or very soon going to be in someone), Porthos, warrior peacock (i can't hate on Porthos, I tried to think of something dismissive but it was impossible and this tumblr!gem name was the best), and Athos, drunk failed murderer sloth. together they fail at fighting crime.
i want you to know that i am going to print this out and frame it and put it next to my bedside so i can gaZE AT IT BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP EACH NIGHT
[Autre bouquin secret pour projet secret] (ne m’a pas appris autant que ce que j’aurais voulu mais c’est un vieux bouquin avec une belle édition, rien que pour la bonne odeur de vieux papier ça valait la peine. Je vais faire une pause dans Dumas pour me remettre un peu à Vorkosigan et ptêt qu’il faut que je finisse le Onfray un jour aussi)
Vingt Ans Après, d’Alexandre Dumas* (en plein dedans)
Le Vicomte de Bragelonne, d’Alexandre Dumas
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, de Mary Ann Shaffer
“Bad books on writing tell you to ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery.”—Joe Haldeman (via maxkirin)
do you ever cook something in the microwave but it’s still really cold in the middle and you just keep eating it instead of heating it longer because life is pointless and entropy is unavoidable and the universe is filled with callous and casual destruction
this speaks to me on a spiritual level it’s so true