So lately I’ve been noticing a lot of support chubby/fat trans post going around where they’re drawn… well.. skinny??? or at the most ~curvy~, which isn’t even chubby. So I thought, hell, I’ll draw some real representation!
I’m on the later side of 20. I’m still young. But I’m starting to realize I won’t be forever. I’m getting grey hairs. Wrinkles. And even though I’ve never considered myself vain, it started to scare me.
Because really any woman can tell you, society is fucking EAGER to tell you what an atrocity an older woman is. And sadly, older women, women who should be role models, tend to further this narrative even more. Asking a woman her age is treated like a sin. We treat getting carded at the liquor store like a tragedy. Any woman on her birthday will joke that she’s “turning 29 again”. After years and years the message gets pretty clear. A woman becoming old is shameful and sad.
So it started to get to me. Before my beau and I went to see Mad Max, I was honestly venting about how disappointed I was in myself for fearing aging, but how I felt like I was becoming more irrelevant by the day. After all, there’s no stories for old women. No role models.
THEN I SAW THESE BAD BITCHES.
GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THESE OLD BIRDS MEAN TO ME.
Because HOLY SHIT.
Old Women who look badass.
Old Women who are important.
Old Women who are not a joke.
Old Women who are fighters.
Old Women who are survivors.
Old Women who keep old knowledge alive.
Old Women who protect other women.
Old Women who are respected.
OLD WOMEN
OLD WOMEN
OLD WOMEN
We have so much representation for young, beautiful women kicking ass. Even so much representation of tired old men kicking ass. But to see a grizzled, leathery, tough, wise old woman on screen, as a hero? As a role model?
Mad Max was an absolute masterpiece, but that was the part that made me want to weep with joy the most.
they were very important to me too. VUVALINI ROCK!
This person’s art is all I need in life. ADORABLE not super fetishy cute art of trans women? Seriously makes me wanna cry tears of joy. I never see girls like me in cutesy art. This is everything.
“I am the daughter of two parents that were deported from this country, I’m not ashamed of it. It’s a problem here in America and it happened to me.“ Guerrero’s family, including her older brother, was deported when she was 14. “I was the only one left because I was born in Jersey,” she says. “My entire family was just ripped apart.” Guerrero was taken in by two Colombian families that she was close with, but her circumstances left the aspiring actress growing up with feelings of insecurity and hopelessness. “I didn’t think anything was going to happen for me,” she says. “I had dreams, but always told myself, ‘Nah, that would never happen.’ For a poor Latina, acting wasn’t a reality.”
Yes, let’s just ignore that whole part in the middle where she was being hunted by a mummy who tried to use her body as a vessel for his dead lover.
I’ve seen a handful of comments like this and I just wanted to address it because I think it’s worth talking about. I realise my summation of the film is flippant; it was an attempt at irony because obviously the movie is full of gruesome death and dismemberment, and I fully agree that Evie is terrorized. But that’s not what the film is about. It’s not about Evie the human sacrifice – that’s something that happens to her but it isn’t who she is.
The point is, the whole plot of The Mummy literally could not happen without Evie pursuing the thing that she loves.
They go out to Hamunaptra because Evie is passionate about knowledge and discovery, and when they get there she is in her element – she is loving every minute of it and she is proud of herself and she is absolutely going to kiss Mr O’Connell. But once that thirst for knowledge and discovery inadvertantly raises Imhotep, and there is literally fire and brimstone raining from the sky, and everyone else is running and hiding, she never ever once despairs. She accepts responsibility, she owns her mistake and she refuses to believe there is nothing to be done. She follows her passions again and decides that more knowledge and more discovery is what’s required. And she’s right. She finds the answer and she takes triumphant pleasure in proving to herself that she is a greater scholar than the ones at Bembridge, the ones who have repeatedly found her lacking.
Do you realise how rare it is for a female character’s intellectual pursuit to be the thing that kicks off the action and the thing that saves the day, AND a source of ultimate joy in her life?
When Imhotep comes for her she goes without a fight, to save her companions’ lives, because she knows that’s the best chance they have. When Rick and Jonathan and Ardeth come to save her she is pivotal in her own rescue. She is never a Damsel, she is always part of the team.
And then Evie SAVES THE WORLD. She saves the world by doing the thing that she loves and is good at. She saves the world, she gets the guy, and they ride off into the sunset with some treasure. And really, that’s a pretty good end to a day.
Also, she is one of the very, very few cool librarians in fiction. And she is proud of that.
