#and concise

Or

Intersexuality as the norm is a new (good) thing in omegaverse fic

Or

Stop overlooking glaring social/gender impacts

Or

i don’t mind sharing my thoughts and opinions with you! i get the curiosity; it’s interesting to hear what others appreciate about a place you yourself are pretty familiar with.

Expect that it is cold in winter and rather on the pricey side when it comes to living expenses, there is pretty much nothing i don’t like about the city. (i can’t even be mad about the high prices bc in switzerland it’s literally the same. everything is waaaaay to expensive, especially in zurich.)

Okay so what do i like about copenhage?

the architecture is so gorgeous and appealing; you have quiet neighbourhoods but also neighbourhoods buzzing with life; the food is fantastic, i love fish & seafood and smørrebrød and everything else the local cuisine has to offer; eating on paper island was also great and worth the trip; public transportation within the city is superb, it’s so easy and save to ride the metro or the buses; so many bicycles!!! people ride their bikes everywhere! that’s fantastic; summers are beautiful, the sun and the sunsets??!!?; it’s such a safe city in general, not once i felt uncomfortable, not even when we were walking through the city in the middle of the night; it’s really clean basically everything we visited; the parks are great too; most attractions and landmarks are within walking distance from the city centre; the locals we always friendly and extremely welcoming

I’ve just been subjected to—alright, by myself, but this has nothing to do with the subject that occupies us—to the latest adaptation to date, mysteriously shot in English with British and American actors and an even more puzzling French one, though written and filmed by a Frenchperson.

This being the fifth film in which Mia Wasikowska is posturing an anachronistic 19th-century waif with no facial expression whatsoever—I’m told this is called “underplaying” and very chic indeed—until Crimson Peak comes out, I’m led to the logical conclusion that Hollywood has finally found a replacement for Keira Knightley. Yes, I like Keira Knightley. No, I don’t think Keira Knightley is a bad actress. Don’t make me say what I didn’t.

A good reason to stop the disastrous attempts at adapting this classic story of a cretinous airhead who wished to live inside insipid novels for ignorant convent flowers would be that filmmakers have a risible tendency to forego completely Flaubert’s trademark ironie, which is absolutely fundamental to his style, and therefore a proper reading of his characters.

Emma Bovary is at once pathetic and ridiculous, and that’s the essence of the novel: she suffers genuinely, but it’s entirely her fault, because she’s stuffed herself with silly, egotistical ideas about the world that already are the luxury of an idle woman. It’s crucial not to forget that Flaubert defined his heroine as “a woman of false poetry and of false sentiments” and that he wrote into his novel this amazing sentence:

“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”

Emma, as everybody knows, ends up topping herself, and if Flaubert famously describes the agony at length, it’s only to show what a waste of a life this has been, and how the reality can only crush Emma’s delusions of grandeur.