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queerbatting · 1 year
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if you've ever wondered what gender euphoria feels like, this is it right here
(original tweet this post was taken from)
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"there's only one allan" sounds so ominous and threatening as if they are saying "you only get one, if you break him go fuck yourself" or like "he's the only one left after the... incident"
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kitkatdoodlez · 9 months
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What’s the point of patriarchy if it’s not about horses????
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destalva25 · 11 months
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Mama i'm in love with those criminals🔥🔥
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(Parody from Barbie Movie)
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jaohannart · 10 months
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Get your sparkle on ! 🎀💞✨🌸
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themboification · 9 months
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they dont tell you about the part where you fall in love with your barbie that came to life
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beadraws29 · 9 months
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I’m the real thing
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p4nishers · 9 months
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im an aroace barbie truther through and through i recognize my own kind
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floralete · 1 year
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Barbie Girl 💖💄✨
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starfish-locks · 10 months
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Barbie 2023 lockscreens
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more Barbie
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mirrorballtales · 9 months
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Barbie 🩷
Let’s get this out of the way. It is not anti-men like the right wants to paint this movie. It wasn’t made for men. And that’s okay. This was a love letter to girls and women and the experience of girlhood and womanhood.
Do you know how cathartic it was to be amongst women, and girls, wearing pink, unapologetically, ready to watch something that speaks to our nostalgia. We all sat there with our feet flailing, giddiness, tumultuous excitement, waiting to see something made for US!
See Barbie represents dreams. Not women but the dreams of little girls who become women. Women who are told to fit the mold so they are chosen. And in that journey we begin to lose or more accurately, we are stripped of our identity and told exactly what we have to be and do to be loved, liked, accepted, invited, left alone, admired, respected, and protected.
I forgot how to be happy. It’s something I thought i couldn’t do. I was waiting to be made for it. As if I should pay the price for the violence men brought upon me. And not just the physical and emotional violence. But the violence of the patriarchy that allowed these men to exist and live. Why is it that women, women like me, have to live in shame, feel dirty for hands that were stained? Why must I feel like I’m not real, like something they paid for? I still don’t know how to be happy. But I am trying. And I don’t know how that looks like.
And I sit here sad, telling myself I can’t tell anyone that I want to cry. Salt streams that go into my ears. That I am mourning the little girl I could have been while celebrating the woman I am becoming. How do I do that? How do I look in the mirror when behind me stand the choices of men who tore things from me I cannot get back? Do I scream into a microphone and beg for my girlhood to return? Do I knock on their door and beg them to apologize? Do I ask them to look me in the eye and ask every single person that partook in this to tell the little girl that she isn’t worthy of peace?
What about all the woman who experience a different kind of violence? The kind of violence that leaves no physical marks. The kind that begins when we’re children. The kind where they tell us to smile because that’s what pretty girls do. The ones that say wear dresses and skirts. The kind of violence that tells you to be extraordinary but not so much that you outshine them. To be thin but don’t make anyone else feel bad. Be pretty but don’t admit it. Have long hair. Or don’t because then you’re supporting the patriarchy. Be funny but not so funny that you threaten men. Be loud but not too loud so their voice isn’t silenced. Be smart but not too smart. Be strong but not aggressive. Be nice but not too nice or you’re weak. Support women but just the ones that fit the normative description. Be soft but not too soft that you cry. Be independent but not so independent that men feel inadequate. Be sexy but not too sexy. Be a mom but don’t get stretch marks or get fat or talk about your kids because then you’re no longer a woman but a vessel for children. It all circles back to a society that tells us how to act so we don’t make men feel small while we begin to lose ourselves.
AND I AM DONE!
I want to be sad. And I want to be angry. But I want to be happy. I want to be emotional. And I want to have no emotions. I want to order a fucking steak at a restaurant. I want to do my nails. And I don’t. I want to sing. And I want to stay quiet. I want to laugh at what I find funny. I want to be intelligent regardless of how that might make anyone feel. I want to take up space and let it remain my space. I want to be wanted and not be considered a whore for it. I want to be loved and not let it become my identity. I want to be a mom and not let it define me. I want to love the things I loved as a little girl because that makes ME happy. I don’t care if it’s childish. If a man can play video games, if he can build things, and destroy them, and be immature so can I.
Women are the strongest beings. Not because we stand against things or people but because we are who we are. We are a creation of life. We are the very definition of life. And we are beautiful in whatever form that comes in. The enjoyment shouldn’t end because we grew up. Turning 30 isn’t a death sentence. Turning 18 doesn’t make me prime for the taking. Turning 50 doesn’t make me less of a woman. If I want to wear pink and glitter I can still walk into a board room and out do every man in there, or not. And that’s okay. I can cry and not be happy. Or I can smile and laugh and be okay with letting it all go. I am made to be happy.
I’m not here to fit into anything anyone wants me to be let alone a man. If I want to smile I’ll fucking smile. If I want to laugh I’ll laugh. If I want to tell you that you did something wrong then I will. And if you don’t like it, it’s not my problem.
The hardest thing was the scene with the mothers. I look at it with an anguish in my heart. To feel like I’ve lost my own mother. In all the pain she’s caused me I see now how she didn’t get her happy ending. The little girl she could never be will be one I mourn as well. Because she needed to be loved too. And maybe had she been loved she might have been able to be gentle with me. She might have loved me enough for the both of us. It breaks my heart and something I keep waiting for, but I see that the violence she endured too, is all a result of a patriarchy that continues to tear us up. I wish she could have had the life she wanted. One that didn’t include me. One that gave her, her true love. She was taken advantage of at such a young age and I don’t know how to feel. Because their choices follow me. Someday I might figure it out. But today, I forgive her. Not for myself but for the little girl she once was, she would have never hurt anyone, especially her own daughter, and one day I’ll reconcile that.
As to the patriarchy. FUCK YOU.
I love every woman. And I love being a woman. Not because things are good because because I am good. I may have lost my innocence but that doesn’t define me nor does it stop me from living my infinite endings. Barbie is the dreams of little girls that we hold on to. Black hair. Blonde hair. Brown eyes. Blue eyes. Tall. Short. Thin. Fat. Boring. Fun. Extraordinary. Regular. They’re all beautiful. They all are a part of a world that represents the good in this world.
It is not my job to explain a movie to you. It is not my job to make you feel good as a man. It is not my job to reassure you. Look in the mirror. Today I think I can look in the mirror and smile. Because the reflection looking back at me is not what others made up of me, but because it’s me looking at who I am. Brown eyes. Black hair. Brown skin. A mole. A smile. A nose. Lips. And a hint of teeth. This is who I am. Take it or leave it.
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kitkatdoodlez · 9 months
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Gloria and Barbie 💕
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Dear diary, today I listened to a podcast with Greta Gerwig and Nick Houy talking about how all the musical choices were intentional and reverse-engineered and now I can't stop thinking about the lyrics playing when Barbie and Gloria see each other for the first time. Weeping
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dxrlinggxd · 11 months
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greta gerwing in this interview for vogue
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xalonelydreamerx · 11 months
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“barbie has a great day every day. ken only has a great day if barbie looks at him”
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