Really can I forget grad school and just instagram pictures of my cat?
I’m pretty sure I just landed the perfect internship.
I still don’t know how to accept the fact that many of my friends and acquaintance believe I’m so “put together” and have “everything figured out.”
Then again, I think we’re all more “put together” than we think we are. It’s just accepting that…which is incredibly difficult.
theopengrave said: pretty sure olvia has a shit ton of self respect. you dont get to determine how much respect a woman has for herself.
I suppose you are correct, and I should have worded it better. I most worded my frustration very poorly. It’s just difficult watching someone go through a vicious cycle of what reads to me as a clearly emotionally abusive relationship with Fitz. She needs to get away with that, and at times she has tried. She just goes back. The narrative appears to paint their relationship as magical, but it hits all the wrong and worrisome spots for me.
So you’re right. Self-respect wasn’t right. She needs to find something in herself to walk away and keep walking far, far away and not being dragged back into a bad situation. I hate it, and it is ruining my appreciation of the show.
I love Olivia Pope, but that woman needs to learn to grow some self respect.
A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, almost at Harry’s eye level, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giant’s hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again; watching it, Harry saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field. Goblet of Fire, page 96