Awwwww! Baby tarantulas! (via lnhammer, of course)
If spiders aren’t your thing, here, have this cam of a red-tailed hawk with chicks.
Afghan women risk their lives to write poetry (via megancrewe)
You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick.
Abi Sutherland at Making Light on playing Minecraft and the our-world challenges of moving away from accumulation-based goals.
Malinda Lo on writing about kissing. Short version: it isn’t all about the lips.
Shortpacked on false equivalence and why the power-fantasy depiction of men and the sexual-fantasy depiction of women are not at all the same thing (via stina-leicht)
If I’m gonna get the hots for Batman, he needs to be built for dexterity, not power. Let’s make him more lean. And you know what, seeing his eyes is important. They should be large and intense. Let’s throw in some rosy cheeks and kissable lips.
Phoebe North on Defining Genre: The Problem with Dystopian Romance
… the suggestion that “dystopian” literature be split into “dystopian romance” and “regular” dystopian seems to me overly gendered. Though likely unintentional, it’s difficult for me to read this as separate from a continued effort to diminish the writing and experiences of women and girls through false categorization … and the privileging of one set of experiences over another.
kateelliott on narratives of women in pain and fear.
Too often when the stories of women in fear and pain are told, we are seeing them in pain, we are being pushed into the perspective not of the woman who is suffering pain but into the perspective of the person inflicting the pain. We’re constantly being asked to identify with inflicting pain on others.
Love poems for long-distance relationships. So where was this website the four years my spouse and I were in a long distance relationship? What? Waiting for the web to be invented? No excuse.
A boy who lost his home in Japan’s tsunami has his football wash ashore in Alaska. Where a couple finds it, identifies him, and returns it. A couple weeks later, they find a girl’s soccer ball and do the same.
Mur Lafferty writes a letter to her daughter.
So. The world hates you. You are considered the worst thing to be compared to. Throw like a girl. Talk like a girl. Cry like a girl. God forbid we ever be girls.
Robin LaFevers on second chances in one’s writing career. Because it’s not all about the overnight success story, and because many of us have rebooted our writing careers more than once. (via malindalo)