Unfortunately, and ironically, the only way a show as self-conscious as Community can find an authentic voice with its creator in absentia is to stop worrying about it, figure out whatever it’s going to be, be that thing, and let the chips fall where they may. It had better hurry, though, because there isn’t much time left. If Community spends the remainder of its truncated fourth season holding up mirrors to mirrors to mirrors, it’s not going to do anyone any favors, because it’s becoming increasingly clear that there’s really only one thing worth reflecting here, and it’s the one thing that binds together the knowing/sincere character relationships, the pop-culture riffing, the go-for-broke structural gambits and tonal switcheroos: Dan Harmon’s sensibility. I don’t know if I could ever describe exactly what that sensibility is; hopefully somebody as brilliant as Harmon will come along and take a whack at it someday. But I know it’s not there anymore, and that Community doesn’t feel like Community anymore, exactly. What’s replaced it looks and feels like Harmon’s show, but it’s really other people’s good-natured approximation of Harmon’s show, affectionate and conscientious but never as cracklingly alive as it should be, given its precedent. Lesser series have survived the departure of founding showrunners without a hiccup, but this is not a lesser series; it is, or was, a work of genius, or at least singular talent.
Vulture (via lizayzay)
A woman’s story how a train ride goes from bad to worse as the everyday-commute-male-pestering turns scary. An excellent post highlighting the gradient of sexual harassment from bothersome to explicitly threatening all on her train ride home.
So when people (men) want to talk about “legitimate” forms of assault, tell girls they should be nice to strangers and give men the benefit of a doubt, tell them to consider it a compliment, tell them to ignore the bad behavior of men, I want them to be forced to feel, for even one minute, what it feels like to have so much verbal hatred and physical intimidation thrown at them for nothing more than being female and not wanting to share.
I just wanted to read my book.
It’s not my fault I’m pretty.
And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life….