one scene per favorite film
a little princess (1995)
You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling Strike me. Strike anywhere.
I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking
Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?"
Lebedeva’s eyes shone. “Masha, listen to me. Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red as foxgloves, I say, Come here, male. I am your mate, and you will not deny me. When I pinch my cheeks and dust them with mother-of-pearl, I say, Death, keep off, I am your enemy, and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens, Masha. Because my magic is as strong as an arm. I am never denied.”
Guess where Madame Lebedeva ends up?
That’s right. Dead.
Sorry, that probably sounded a little hostile. So let me back up a minute and tell you where this is coming from: Lebedeva seems to have become a poster girl for this phenomenon called “weaponized femininity,” which seems to be tumblr’s favorite thing these days. She’s right up there with Natalie Dormer’s Moriarty, Cersei Lannister, every character Amber Heard has ever played, and … how shall I say this? Every other skinny, blonde, conventionally-attractive white female character ever.
So let’s break this down, Lebed fans, because I think there are some serious flaws and incorrect assumptions in your argument for “weaponized femininity” and Lebed as a prime example thereof.
You mad yet? Keep reading, keep reading. You can argue with me later.
i’m writing the rudest meta ever i’m sorry in advance