im here for women who’ve survived trauma and come out of the other end furious and spitting blood and im here for women who’ve survived trauma and ended up softer and smaller and less brave and im here for women who refuse to deal with their trauma, who fuck and fight and run, and im here for women in the middle of dealing with their trauma who cry on the floor one day and feel invincible the next im here for any woman who’s experienced trauma. you’re not handling it wrongly. you’re doing your best
she: Oh, so you’re not a masochist anymore?
me, depressed: No, I’m a garbage can.
me, still depressed: Half-filled with detritus.
she: Wow, that’s hot.
just a reminder that hidden figures is a dramatization of the plight of black women working in NASA during the segregation era usa and that the scene where taraji had to run almost half a mile just to use the colored restroom DID NOT happened in real life as told by the real Katherine Johnson herself.
She simply just used the “white restroom” instead of the white man coming over to the west wing to “destroy and end segregation” quite literally when he used a pry bar to “dismantle” the colored sign on top of the restroom. In reality, Katherine simply used the unlabeled bathroom at Langley and when confronted about it, she simply ignored them racists ass and continued on her merry way.
man this has been said before by cleverer folks than me, but sometimes you have to sit down and let the sheer size and age of the storytelling tradition just completely overwhelm you, ja feel?
like— think for a second about how mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literally thousands and thousands of years later we are still able to go “there was a god whose brother cut him into pieces”, it’s so arbitrary, it’s so incredible
that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone in every single generation has done since it was written— you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of time
can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story told— with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, but your story— in the year 3214?
the fact that we! as a species! have been telling the same damn stories for so long— the fact that we’ve seen homer’s troy and chaucer’s troy and shakespeare’s troy and troy with fucking brad pitt because we never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!
we never stop caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.
generation after generation, they never ever ever stop mattering to us.
