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What you have here are images of power, and do you really believe these characters are designed with titillating heterosexual women and bisexual and homosexual men in mind? Because I don’t think you do.

This is why the Hawkeye Initiative exists. Take common female poses in comics, put a man in the role, and see how “empowering” and “strong” it actually looks: 

Also: 

Hugh Jackman on a men’s magazine. He’s shirtless and buff and angry. He’s imposing and aggressive. This is a male power fantasy, it’s what men want to be and aspire to - intense masculinity.

Hugh Jackman on a women’s magazine.  He looks like a dad. He looks like he’s going to bake me a quiche and sit and watch Game of Thrones with me. He looks like he gives really good hugs.

Men think women want big hulking naked men in loin cloths which is why they always quote He-Man as male objectification - without realizing that He Man is naked and buff in a loin cloth because MEN WANT HIM TO BE. More women would be happy to see him in a pink apron cutting vegetables and singing off-key to 70s rock.

“pick up your trash, this isn’t Six Flags”.

BB-8′s binary translated to Basic

So. Endgame. More specificallly how it almost killed me.

Not even emotionally. It litterally almost killed me.

My friends had arrived at the theater Friday night at 6. The movie started at 7. My friend and I had work so we were going to leave at 6:30. The plan was simple: we order our tickets online as we drive there and our friends save our seats in the theater. Good. Fine. Perfect.

Ha ha ha, poor nieve fangirls.

We left late at 6:40, ok fine whatever. No biggie.

We tried to order our tickets.

No data. No data so no tickets. Shit. This might be a biggie.

We yelled for a while. There was some swerving of the car. Then we called my friend Andy in panic.

She begrudgingly agreed and went to get them which made me shout “I LoVE YOU” repetedly to a very annoyed Andy. Hung up and we cheered like the family in One Day at a Time. (you know the cheer I mean)

This changed to screaming and groaning very quickly as we hit every red light and a transport truck pulled out in front of the car, my friend sped around it.

We got to the theater 2 mins before 7pm so we sprinted across the parking lot and then we couldn’t find Andy with our tickets. We went to the booth in front of the theater and, out of breath but happy, explained the story to the guy who was more or less laughing at us.

1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman  would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.

2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see - that looks like a Windsor.

3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra - why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.

There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a shitload of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.

Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a goddamn thing he hears for a really long time.

The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?