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If I'd seen that image in the shelves of a bookstore as a kid, a kid who was deeply insecure in her body, hell, an adult who's insecure in her body, it could've changed my whole perspective.
All awesome, kickass, feminist as fuck heroines who I love dearly to this day (fuck you, Whedon, you can't take my slayer from me) but there's not an inch of body fat between them.
And that's fine, necessary even if we're talking about representation, but when that's all you're presented with as a kid (or adult; let's face it, it's still 99.9% the same), it entirely blinds you to the many and varied body types of women just as capable as a thin heroine.
(*deep breath* BECAUSE FITNESS COMES IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES. THIN DOESN'T = HEALTHY AND FAT DOESN'T = UNHEALTHY. I KNOW, REVELATORY! *sigh*)
I can't think of a heroine, even now, who isn't tiny.
She's the human embodiment of Jessica fucking Rabbit, and that... that just isn't most women.
And to only be presented with the "ideal" is incredibly damaging to people's perceptions of themselves - thus why almost all women have some degree of body dysmorphia, starting from early childhood.
Which is why the cover of this book makes me so happy.
Why the heroine of the story being not only fat but athletic, generically smart and caustically funny, brings me so much fucking joy.
I needed Vivian Ellenshaw as a kid. I needed her to be an example of someone who could do whatever the fuck she wanted, be whoever the fuck she wanted, and do it all while not being what society expects of the "gentler sex".
Even that term, it's so limiting.
Be small, be quiet, be sexy but not a slut, be smart enough but don't know too much, enjoy food but only if you have the metabolism to flaunt it.
Have perfect skin but don't wear too much makeup, be strong but don't grow bulky muscles.
And don't you dare have hair where it naturally grows.
Be a robot with no bodily functions, essentially.
And to that I say: get fucked.
I want fat women, I want disabled women, I want women of colour, I want women with acne and hirsutism and rosacea. I want trans women, I want women with mental health issues, I want strong women, I want women who are a bit of all those things.
I just want women.
In all their contrasts and similarities.
And for it not to be a fucking joke.
I don't want the jovial "big girl" best friend, I want her to be the star of the fucking show.
Like Vivian, who is one of the most unapologetically capable heroines I've read in a long, long time.
I'm no stranger to a female protagonist, in fact, they're my favourite flavour but most of them are, indeed, tiny women with supernatural abilities who could pound you into the floor with their itty bitty arms.
I expect these heroines, they're the norm.
I don't expect heroines like Vivian.
I want them, I desperately, desperately want them but they're so rarely given; in the recent past the only one I can think of is Nina from Leigh Bardugo'sSix of Crows duology - love her, want to be her, would give good money for somebody to draw her fucking properly instead of thinning her down. Why, fan artists? Why?!
But other than Nina, I'm completely blank.
And that's just fucking sad.
To read a heroine like Vivian was a gift.
Witnessing her mow down the undead solely with an oar was a thing of unhinged beauty.
Listening to her take no shit from anybody and take charge of situation she knew was probably going to end in someone kicking it, was bloody majestic.
I just wish it had come in the form of a slightly better book.
Ugh, it pains me to say that because this truly had the making of a story I could've loved, but the execution was just a little... *shrug*
Which seems impossible, what with the story going from 0 to 1000 within the first chapter and not letting up until the very end.
It's all zombie smash, zombie kill, zombie diediedie.
It should have been a breathless, throat-clutching read but instead became a little tedious.
With no room to breathe between one undead attack and the next, it really gave no space to engage and care about any of the characters; especially when it's told from multiple POVs.
Normally I'm a big fan of different narrative perspectives throughout a story; it's great to be engrossed in one character but sometimes it's fascinating to find out what everyone else is thinking in the same situation, but in Eat Your Heart Out, it's just too small a book for this many people's thoughts and resulted in my absolute lack of fucks when certain characters got made into zombie chow.
Even the character I was rooting for the most couldn't rouse much more than an aw from me when they bit the dust.
That's not right, that's not cool. I want to be bawling my eyes out because the author had the audacity to snatch my happy ending from me.
Not shrugging and moving on with nothing more than an oh well, that sucks.
And I put that down to there just not being enough quality time with each character.
If you're going to do multiple POVs, you've got to make me care, or the minute I put the book down, I'll forget all about them.
(Which is why I kept putting this down for days at a time - not normal reading behaviour for me)
Honestly, that character I was rooting for? It takes a good brain squeeze for me to even remember their name.
...
And they're the one I cared about the most!
Again, I say: that's just not right.
Even the 80s horror structure couldn't save my interest from wandering off to whatever else I was reading at the time.
And I fucking love the 80s.
The jock with a heart of gold? The elite princess? The nerd, the weirdo, the outcast?
It's The Breakfast Club with zombies! and I just... I just wasn't in it.
Not even my beloved tropes couldn't save it.
But I'm thinking, just putting this out there, it's not the book, it's because I'm a jaded fuck who's seen way too many zombie movies and nothing surprises me anymore.
...
I honestly think that's it, because this is not a bad book. At all.
If I'd read this as a teenager, I'd've been all over it.
That little almost-romance thrown in there? Swooning. Swooning all over the place.
The level of gore and jump scares? Just about perfect for still-freaked-out-by-what's-possibly-living-under-the-bed pre-teen me.
The clichéness of how it's all laid out? You're practically told right at the start who's gonna die, and I appreciate that level of transparency. Much less stressful when you're a nervous brat.
The heroine being plus size and forked-tongue? Hello mirror, meet your reflection.
Super fast zombies? The best and most terrifying kind - 28 Days Later, you really ruined me for all other undead.
Yeah, thirteen year old me would've been a very happy camper.
So, when I say this is very much a YA book, I mean it in the best way possible because this is for kids who aren't inured to the fucked up, flesh-eating ways of the zombie yet and can still appreciate that they're fucking terrifying and not mildly ridiculous.
So, I may not have loved this book but I'm in love with this book for existing.
Existing for every kid who's been told they can't because of their size, when they can, they absolutely fucking can.
They can slap the undead out of some walking corpses using just a paddle, while wearing rainbow clips in their hair, their thighs touching (you're a fucking majestic mermaid, and mermaids take absolutely no shit from anyone), and their arms jiggling with every clatter of that oar because they're fucking monarchs and fuck every single judgemental dickwad who's told them otherwise.
Fuck 'em all.
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Giada's, Baby Ciri's Adventures continuing to be adorable:
I cannot figure out how you draw the essence of someone's face/personality and get it down in a few lines.
It's bloody sorcery and I love it.
This piece of advice from Samantha Mash is pure gold, though:
My general rule of thumb when people ask how to stylize stuff is just make it push everything
Take your baseline of how you draw something and make it longer, wonkier, larger, simpler (or more complex), or a combo thereof and you’ll slowly develop a new style
Full disclosure, I haven't read the book, so I have no idea if this is a good adaptation.
But I'm lowkey obsessed with it.
As in, I haven't stopped thinking about it, pestering my mum (who has read the series) with questions, planning when I'll watch it again and only slightly bemoaning the fact that I didn't see it in the cinema because it was so bloody good and it looked so bloody good and the score was SO BLOODY GOOD, and I'm just out of my bloody mind for it.
...
And it was only part one.
Part freaking one!
Which is coming out (hopefully, depending how on fire the world continues to be) in October, 2023.
tbh i would 100000000% read a retelling where belle crashes into the beast’s castle and refuses to leave and when the townfolk try to “”””rescue”””” her he’s like please…you don’t understand….i do not want…her here….
Studio Ghibli got a little taboo for a second there.
This was actually a rewatch but the first time I saw it, I was lolled in bed recovering from food poisoning/norovirus/the plague, with my mum and sister sitting vigil with a bucket.
I got so confused and stressed out at one point over what Umi and Shun's relationship was, they had to google it for me.
Apparently my dehydrated brain couldn't cope with anime complexities after a twenty four hour visit to the vomitorium.
Future me needs to tell current me to tell past me to watch this brilliant fucking show way earlier than current me did the first time.
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The last season was so confusing and I think the writers kinda tied themselves in a knot they couldn't escape, so the explanation for everything was kinda... loose, but damn.
Damn, damn, damn.
I've never seen anything like this before.
Versions of it but nothing with the same dreary, occult vibe german storytellers naturally infuse into their work.
It was beautiful and weird and heartbreaking.
I loved every second.
And I'm gonna watch it again. Immediately.
If only so I can experience the grownup version of Jonas looking *chef's kiss* this season:
(He bought her a fucking ruffly dress because her mechanic ass fell in love with it, and I just... get you a boss-bestie who makes your dreams come true)
(Tv, not the books. I know Coldwater crushed hard as a kid but they're so much better when he gets over it and they just fuck magical shit up together)
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My brain's collapsed in on itself and I can't think of any more, and there are lots more.
Here's some same sex bonuses because they're just so fucking cute:
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