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Tell Me a Story

I’ve always loved stories.

Sometimes when I sit in my home office, I just stare at my bookshelves, and I imagine one day getting to talk with my own daughter about the stories I’ve collected. I hope she’ll like reading as much as I did as a kid. I hope she’ll like fantasy worlds about magic and dragons. I hope she’ll share things she finds with me, and ask me to share my favorites with her, like I did with my dad.

I try to only bring stories into our home that I think I could in good conscience share with this theoretical little girl. I want her to be surrounded by stories about women like Rin, like Yennefer, like Emily Kaldwell and Furude Rika. I want her to be surrounded, all the time, by Ada Lovelace and Harriet Tubman, Mary Wollstonecraft and Hedy Lamarr.

I’ve also always known that the stories in our bubble can’t be where things end, because there are bigger stories, cultural ones, that she’ll hear no matter what I do.

I’ve always thought I could arm her to deal with that.

But right now, I find myself doubting if I can.


this was a wild ride

I’m dying and unable to function, but you can enjoy this bizarre exchange in which my personal brand of media criticism smashes headlong into whatever the fuck tumblr considers media criticism. I’m still not entirely sure what happened; maybe I’ve lost the ability to use words. Also my comment was absolutely flagged on purpose, which I know because disqus told me, the ol’ devil.

Anyway my point is that was a fucking great post on Saber and I want y’all to appreciate the one time in 10 years I’ve posted more than ‘fukkin takeuchi’ about her design.

Trusting you not to comment there; I will ban you from here if you do.

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