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I think he may be missing the point.

no i think you’re missing the point.

things designed for women that we call “sexist” actually have advantages which weigh out the disadvantages. 
It’s like women and men in general. We don’t need the same rights to have equal rights.

The pros of being a man are equaled by the pros of being a woman.

"Equal" is not synonymous with "The same" and i think a lot of feminists need to realise this

Also lets not forget that plate armor is not good for women to wear and leads to longer term complications.

Bullshit to both of these, as an amateur scholar of European Warfare. Now while Medieval War is not my specialty, I’ll do my best.

First off, there are zero advantages to the woman’s armor. None. Zilch. Nada. Weight is not an issue with plate mail, since even with the chainmail under-covering, the heaviest part, knight armor comes out to 47 kilograms. That’s less than the average infantryman carries into battle today. It was enough so that guys in reproductions are able to do cartwheels in them. Look up a film by the Metropolitan Museum of Art called I believe “A Night at the Armor Galleries”. People in knight armor were agile.

Secondly, we don’t see any armor that looks anything close to the woman’s because the people during the Medieval Period, contrary to popular belief, were not stupid. The plates are so well made that someone who wore a suit of armor from the period said he had full range of motion inside of it. Think about that. He was 100% able to do everything a normal person could inside his armor.

Thirdly, it does not have long-lasting complications for women. Hell, I know women who do reenactments of Medieval battles, and guess what? They put on the armor like everyone else. Why? Well because as long as they’re strong enough, they can wear it. Armor doesn’t force the weight in any one spot like a backpack. The plates are form-fitting, and distribute the weight evenly.

Fourthly, the female warriors of the period just wore men’s armor.

That simple.

Finally, what you’ve been taught about armor is undoubtedly wrong. Armor was an extremely complex operation, taking at a minimum 7 months and two years’ wages in order to make. Again, these people were not stupid. Armor from the period even included sloping, a concept which was only applied to armored vehicles in the 1930’s! Hell, plate mail was so useful, some units, most notably the Polish Winged Hussars used it successfully up until the 1760’s and achieved absolutely amazing successes with it. Even in 1683, when musketmen were the norm of warfare, the Winged Hussars, armored in full plate armor, managed to fight the Siege of Vienna, performing the largest cavalry charge in history, killing over ten times their number.

tl;dr this is so fucking wrong i don’t even, have a picture of real, sane armor

I would just like the say that the agile thing is absolutely true; I’ve seen a guy wear full plate armour do a motherfucking combat roll, from standing, back to standing, in one smooth motion, no sweat. 

I wear chainmail. I have worn plate. Out of the two, I would prefer chain for agility and plate for being a fucking tank. See? YOU CAN BE GODDAMNED AGILE WITHOUT WEARING A FUCKING BIKINI. 

So what we’re seeing here is that somebody looked at that chainmail bikini and thought it was a) actual ‘women’s armour’ and b) at all practical. This is the level of ignorance and delusion people will go to.

people who think a fucking bikini made out of metal protects you in any meaningful way at all in combat. lal


I love the brilliant replies to the “full plate armor is bad for women” and “women in metal bikinis are equal to men,” but I’m sad that they were necessary.

Stripperiffic fantasy female “armour” - it’s silly, so let’s give it a silly name like SexyArmour™ / SexyArmor™ - didn’t exist In Real History, so explaining how effective it was is smoke in the wind.

Come to that, gender-specific armour didn’t exist In Real History either: there are no examples of armour-made-for-women in museums, and armoured women in art wear “male” armour, which was really pretty androgynous before the armoured codpiece (proper name is “brayette”) became a Big Fashion Statement.

SexyArmour™ didn’t seem to exist at all before 1974, at least I haven’t found any evidence of it. I checked our shelves for book-covers from DAW, Sphere, Mayflower (the mid-70s high period of sword & sorcery), also art-collection books by Mike Whelan, Peter Jones, Chris Achilleos, Frank Frazetta, Boris Vallejo and a bunch more. There are plenty of 85-95% nudes whose metallic glamour trappings - belts, pasties, crotch-plates etc. - aren’t pretending to be anything else, but I found no actual SexyArmour™ dated before about 1975.

That was when the late great Frazetta produced two hilarious pieces inspired more or less…well, a lot less…by The Lord of the Rings. If you want to see what “vaguely based on” means, here’s his version of Éowyn of Rohan.

But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter.”  (book)

I am no man!" (film)

From the number of times they missed the hobbits it was obvious that Nazgûl are pretty unobservant, but those two SexyArmour™ pictures are real “Gee, ya Think?” material. That second one even cost me money - it’s in the Pan-Ballantine Fantastic Art of Frank Frazetta Vol. 2, and I laughed so hard in the shop that I bought the damn book out of embarrassment. I still have it, though the Belfast shop is long gone.

1974 was the turning point, because that’s when the classic chainmail bikini appeared for the first time on Marvel Comics’ Red Sonja as drawn by Esteban Maroto. She actually wore a practical mailshirt during her first appearance in 1973, though it stopped at her waist, her legs (femoral arteries, quadriceps, knee-joints, hamstrings) were bare and there was a hint of midriff whenever Barry Smith drew her from the necessary angle.

Like any other SexyArmour™ of similar design, Sonja’s bikini makes an otherwise-NSFW nude acceptable with “functional” censorship patches on the naughty bits, while continuing to expose as much flesh as the publisher can get away with.

It’s mostly female curvaceous, sleek, silky etc. flesh, but there’s plenty of real (not parody) art of male fantasy SexyArmour™ revealing rippled, muscled, toned etc. flesh that clearly provides the same fanservice though the men wearing it glower and look tough rather than pout and look pretty. (No homo!) after all…

With that in mind, these efforts to justify the function and effectiveness (“agility”, “distraction”, “comfort” (?) - “health” is a new one) of such skimpy tinware sound like the babbled excuses heard when walking in on someone…um…polishing their pommel.

SexyArmour™ has more to do with male than mail and involves more tissues than issues, but expecting honesty about it is the most improbable fantasy of all.

(Source: insanelygaming)



Expanded Universe Companions You Should Care About: Anji Kapoor
Anji glared at the Doctor. ‘Believe me, Doctor, I’ve thought of some great new words in the last couple of minutes. Swearwords, designed for unique circumstances like this, that ordinary swearing just doesn’t cater for. Just before Fitz arrived, I was just thinking that you were a completely useless otterfucker’


*squints* I’m pretty sure that’s Deepika Padukone, a Bollywood actress… 

(Source: reyesrobbies)

"In a classic experiment, the psychologist J. Philippe Rushton gave 140 elementary- and middle-school-age children tokens for winning a game, which they could keep entirely or donate some to a child in poverty. They first watched a teacher figure play the game either selfishly or generously, and then preach to them the value of taking, giving or neither. The adult’s influence was significant: Actions spoke louder than words. When the adult behaved selfishly, children followed suit. The words didn’t make much difference — children gave fewer tokens after observing the adult’s selfish actions, regardless of whether the adult verbally advocated selfishness or generosity. When the adult acted generously, students gave the same amount whether generosity was preached or not — they donated 85 percent more than the norm in both cases. When the adult preached selfishness, even after the adult acted generously, the students still gave 49 percent more than the norm. Children learn generosity not by listening to what their role models say, but by observing what they do."

- "Raising a Moral Child" (via dduane)


I said I had a drawing in the works of Morporkia harassing Vimes and Vetinari— I wasn’t lying.
IDK I never do finished work. I’m trying to do stuff with more of a background than “vaguely colored geometric shape”, not that this is much better.

Vetinari: Can you not, Madam?
Vimes: Dafuq?!


Raise your glasses! Hannibal won hulu's Best in Show 2014!

Swift tag continues: London vs Delhi population



So you know how we were talking about Delhi laughing at London’s population? 


London: 15,500,000 

Delhi: 24,000,000

Would it be in character for Delhi if I imagined it looking at London and going “oh that’s precious?”

most probably, yes… How do we compare to your city and state?

Swift tag continues: London vs Delhi population

So you know how we were talking about Delhi laughing at London’s population? 


London: 15,500,000 

Delhi: 24,000,000




hi im here to ruin everything 


But on the other hand, at least he sounds really good while ruining everything

Is it only me, or does he reek of Nice Guy (tm) ?

Hey Swift Tag!



(And city-feels people in general)

Describe the magic of your city/town/place.

What makes it unique?

Who are the Bag Ladies, the Beggar Kings, the Midnight Mayors…

If your place is living, what would it be like?

So.Many.People. Delhi would die giggling at what London thinks is a crowd. Delhi is sprawled across so much and has so many people and everybody who wants to know what everybody else is upto. This city is of the heart, the biggest heart even if its this annoying meddling bloody ancient traditional heart. If life is magic, you wouldnt be able to breathe without sneezing magic here.

The Ring roads and the metro lines and Central Park in CP which is not exactly the center but its the center and I dare a wizard to hold his wits standing there and not turn to dust. The parliament, India gate, Rashtrapati Bhavan trinity, the ruins and the monuments, the never ending malls, the ever expanding suburbs.

Delhi is loud and brash and dusty and loving and classy and swank and elitist and political and academic and its short (because you can’t have sky-scrapers bang next to a monument and there is always a monument) and fat (holy bejesus the food) and can talk in more languages that you can think of.

GAH FEELS. Dont get me started about the headcannons of all the different Delhi witches. I have to study. 

The jittery, high-strung magic near all the academic/ college hubs (North Campus, South Campus, JNU), the laid back magic past Chanakyapuri that houses most of the embassies in our city, the semi-deceptive magic around all the tourist spots, as guides and tourists attempt to create/believe in a world that may not be true.


He was a tall, lean man with a thin black moustache and narrow blue eyes, and a perpetual expression of distant and sardonic amusement. She felt strongly about him at once, but she wasn’t sure whether it was liking she felt, or dislike. His daemon was a shabby hare as thin and tough-looking as he was. He held out his hand and she shook it warily. “Lee Scoresby,” he said. - Northern Lights, chapter 11.

Guise, IDK if you all know about my mad Lee Scoresby love

there is somebody else who like HDM ?!! *heavy breathing*