Our babies will not be warlords.
Winston Duke
photographed by Kat Wirsing for Esquire
March 2018
Black Panther made it very clear that white Hollywood just doesn’t know how to write a female warrior in love.
Okoye loved a man too, but her story wasn’t ABOUT him.
- He didn’t have to teach her a damn thing
- She didn’t give anything up for him.
- She didn’t go evil for a quick second and go on a rampage, losing herself, because she lost him.
- She didn’t entertain, for even a miliisecond, compromising herself for him
- She wasn’t crying over him
- Their relationship wasn’t shoehorned in for no reason other than “there has to be a romance”
- Most of her scenes had nothing to do with him
Except for the last point, all of that applies to Nakia too… but in addition
- When he interrupted her work, she was angry and allowed to say something along the lines of “you ruined my mission!” unapologetically
- She continued to do her job
- She continued to thrive separate from him
- Love for a single man didn’t outweigh her love for humanity and it wasn’t something she had to agonize over. It was a simple decision that wasn’t considered a real conflict for her.
In general, love didn’t make these heroes and warriors weak. It didn’t make these women vulnerable in a way that didn’t fit their personalities or compromise their duties.
In fact, we only saw love do that twice - when T’Challa saw Nakia and when T’Challa watched Zuri die.
Ok seriously we’re not appreciating M'Baku enough?? Boy challenged T'challa, lost, accepted it and left. Then like 3 days later the king washed up on his shore and he’s like “aye I could use this to become king but nah let’s save the guy until he gets better” so now he has an unconscious, barely-clinging-to-life king in his living room, but he does everything to save him. Then the servants of that king show up, offer him the throne and the Black Panther serum which would pretty much make him invincible, and what does he do? Does he go “Mhm ok niiice” and accept it, thus becoming rightful king? Nope! He shows them the dying T'challa, who they bring back to life with the serum and leave. They ask for his army, but he doesn’t want to risk his people, but in the end realises they should stick together so he barges into the battle like the fucking Icon™ he is ok I just love M'Baku let’s give him the appreciation he deserves
List of ancient beings on earth right now
Tommy Wiseau
Eric Andre
Keanu Reeves
This is Jeff Goldum erasure
Eric and Jeff are both like… Young immortals, a couple hundred years old
Keanu is a healthy fully formed immortal, a good 2-3 thousand years old
Tommy wiseau predates modern man, and has gone mad with eternity
Quiz time:
What is the second Kingdom Hearts game?
a) Kingdom Hearts 2
b) Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
c) Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days
d) Kingdom Hearts
i fckin hate this series
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?”
“yeah”
“whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
This is honestly so delightful and accurate
Theo:*holds the door open for Liam* After you.
Liam: No, after you.
Theo: I insist,after you.
Stiles:*pushes past both of them* After me.
