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In 15 seconds of dialogue Francis Wilkerson sums up what’s wrong with how women are criticized in our society and it’s great
I literally remember when this aired and something clicked in my head. He was putting to words what I kept seeing over and over in media without apology or explanation
disliking someone because of how they treat you and how they treat others is justified, but aiming that hate towards their unchangeable and physical appearance when their appearance isn’t the problem is immature, mean, and disrespectful
When I get bummed out and convinced I’m not *actually* a writer, I think about Rincewind.
Rincewind, in case you don’t know, is a character from Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. There’s only two things you really need to know about Rincewind:
1)He’s a wizard
2)He’s the worst fucking wizard on the face of the Disk
It’s true. It’s pointed out multiple times, by both Rincewind and others, that he is the sorriest excuse of a wizard to exist. He failed out of the Unseen University (a much more kid-friendly Hogwarts); he can’t remember any spells; he’s altogether awful at what he is.
And yet, he’s still a wizard.
Yes, he sucks at it. Yeah, literally anyone could do it better than him. Yeah, he’s been told that by all accounts, he shouldn’t be a wizard at all.
But he’s still a wizard. He gets very defensive about it, too. He will defend the fact that he is a wizard, however terrible, to the grave (and probably back, too, because Death’s daughter will scare you right back to life). And I think that is just amazing. He knows exactly what he is – he *knows* he’s a wizard.
When I look at my writing and I see an impassable tar pit of impossible mistakes, of contrived, boring plots, or I look at another’s work and see how far away I am from them and wonder if I have the resolve to try and catch up (and most likely fail), I think about Rincewind. I think about knowing what you are, and fighting tooth and nail for it, even when you suck at it.
So get on your Wizzard hat and keep doing the thing you love, because, let’s face it, you’d only put yourself through this kind of hell for something you love.
You know what else I love? In Unseen Academicals, we learn that Rincewind, due to the multiple major acts of heroism and world-saving he’s performed, has a permanent home and position at the Unseen University despite being the sorriest excuse of a wizard ever to flunk out of the school. That determination, that stubborn insistence on Who He Is, and the grit that saw him through trials that bested the most learned wizards of his youth? The most powerful and dangerous wizards on the entire Disc respect him for that.
They may not let him, y’know, teach anything, but when someone needs braining with a brick in a sock, they all know who to turn to.
How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if I slam dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the old ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?
‘Tis the fuckin’ season, friends!! Get out there and live your worst life!!
Yogg-Sarongurt 