what a delightful lady you are

Perfect Wife, 3

In a cycle of sausage-centered workplace dramas, what a delight it is to finally find a show I can love. Three episodes in, Perfect Wife is all about the ladies, with its men playing only bit parts.

Even as her marriage crumbles, Jae Bok is surrounded by women who care about her. At their hands, she’s already undergone two makeovers, both conducted with the express purpose of strengthening her, rather than pleasing someone else. Cinderella-style makeovers are a dime a dozen on Korean television, but how often do you see one that’s not given by a guy motivated by his own desires?

Gifts of shoes are especially fraught in Korea, as supposedly the recipient will use them to walk away from the giver. But Perfect Wife turned that around. After handing off her expensive heels to Jae Bok, Eun Hee tells her with a happy smile, “They will take you to a good place. I mean my shoes. Unnie, now only good things will happen to you.“

The show is teasing with Eun Hee, trying to make viewers think she’s mysterious and threatening. but I’m hoping that she’s exactly what she seems–a lonely woman who’s finally found the friend she needs in Jae Bok.

littyr  asked:

what do you think drives lady macbeth's cruelty and do you sympathise with her at all?

This post and this post might be of interest. But I think ‘cruelty’ is the wrong word. Cruelty implies violence for the sake of violence and enjoyment of violence. (See here.) Lady M doesn’t revel in the violence. She doesn’t delight in it the way some of the characters in, say, Titus Andronicus do, or even Margaret in Henry VI does after the murder of Rutland/during the murder of York. For Lady M violence is always a means to an end. “Infirm of purpose” is what she calls her husband when he starts to get faint-hearted. He’s too full of the milk of human kindness “to catch the nearest way.” For her, it’s all about the outcome. The ends justify the means. Like I said in one of those posts, I think her driving force is ambition. She wants more than what she has. 

Interestingly, she never expresses any personal desire to be queen. She does, however, use the singular possessive pronoun ‘my’ when she says “The raven himself is hoarse / That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan / Under my battlements.” She claims the crime as her own, and even though the idea of murder occurs to her and her husband independently, she is the criminal mastermind. She says,you shall put / This night’s great business into my dispatch; / Which shall to all our nights and days to come / Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.” And at the end of the scene: “Leave all the rest to me.” This regicide is her baby–and I use that word very deliberately. There are a million possible explanations for why Lady Macbeth is so desperate to seize this power for her husband. My guess is it has something to do with that baby she mentions in 1.7 which doesn’t appear in the play. A woman’s function at this point in history was basically to be a baby-making machine and ensure the survival of her husband’s line. She hasn’t been able to do that (for whatever reason) and her husband, at least, is already middle-aged, so that procreation window is rapidly closing, if it’s not closed already. By early modern standards, that’s a huge dynastic failure. My guess is that her power-grabbing is about agency and compensation. Maybe she can’t continue Macbeth’s line, but she can make him king. And she does

But here’s the other part of it which I think is really important and often gets overlooked, and it goes back to the fact that Lady M never expresses a personal desire to be queen. She wants her husband to be king, and she thinks he is fully deserving of that office. “Thou wouldst be great;” she says, “Art not without ambition, but without / The illness should attend it.” AND THIS IS SO KEY. Because Lady M is nothing if not full of ambition. What she’s saying here is “You don’t have enough darkness in your soul to do this, so I’m going to do it for you.” Now. Is that somewhat fucked up? Absolutely. However, that is an enormous sacrifice to make. I’m not going to get into this in depth, but there’s a lot of natural law theory floating around in this play. What’s important to know is this: In the protestant ethos of this play, if you commit regicide, you are 100% going to be damned for eternity. There’s no doubt about that. So, in an insane backwards way, this is actually an incredibly loving, selfless thing to do on Lady M’s part. She is willing to sacrifice her own salvation to make her husband king. Let that sink in. That is so much more hardcore than just saying, “I’d take a bullet for you, babe.” She is willing to burn for all time to put him on the throne, and not only is she willing, but it’s her idea, not just something she does with her back against the wall. That is a crazy kind of love. And that’s one of my favorite things about this play. This is not a unanimous opinion by any means, but I firmly believe that even though the Macbeths are terrible tyrannical people, they are desperately, devotedly in love with one another. Their language is incredibly intimate. In his first letter Macbeth addresses his wife as “My dearest partner of greatness,” and throughout the play they are constantly struggling to help and heal one another. Theirs is a relationship built on love and equality, whatever else they do (and however their relationship is also sometimes toxic and fractures through the play). Look at Macbeth’s conversation with the doctor in 5.3 when his wife’s health begins to fail: “ If thou couldst, doctor, cast / The water of my land, find her disease, / And purge it to a sound and pristine health, / I would applaud thee to the very echo, / That should applaud again.” That. Is. Love.

So. Why does Lady Macbeth do the terrible things she does? There’s no certain answer. Ambition has a lot to do with it. But I think that ambition is rooted in guilt about what she hasn’t been able to provide her husband with, and a passionate yearning to make up for that, somehow. Leo’s character says in Inception that positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time, and I think that’s true here. Lady M doesn’t orchestrate Duncan’s murder because she’s inherently cruel. She does it for love.

tonight i was at the bar with three other hot shit professional whipsmart lady friends when a drunk but affable dude came over to hit on us. he tried some mild negging to our increasing delight (one of my friends literally had her chin in her hands, fluttering her eyelashes at him like he was an adorable toddler as he kept trying to neg at her), and when that didn’t pan out, he told us he was “really into philosophy” these days. little did he know what table he had sat down at. we all immediately started quizzing him. “what kind of philosophy?” 

“oh, you know,” he said, waving his hand. “just a few books here and there.” 

“that reminds me,” my friend said to me, “i have to lend you that new haraway.”

“didn’t you send me an article about derrida the other day?” says another friend.

“are you more into post-structuralist or pre-Socratic?” another friend asked him, trying to throw the poor guy a bone

“uhhhhhhh,” he said, sweating nervously, “i’m into that one guy. you know. the irish one. you know. what’s his name.” we all waited quietly and patiently as he made increasingly desperate hand gestures, waiting for one of us to offer him a few names. finally his internal clock ran out, and he said, “you know. Kant.”

“ah,” i said, “yes. that great Irish philosopher, Immanuel Kant.”

by now we were just being mean. one of my friends kept pushing him to actually name one of the books he’d been reading, and he finally mumbled, “you know, the motorcycle one.”

“this was not the conversation you were expecting, was it?” i asked him. no, he admitted, no it was not.


It’s a special pre-Christmas edition of Friday Reads! I continue to be sucked into Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse (I dunno what it is with me and Eastern-Europe-flavored fantasy worlds – hello Uprooted – other than that it’s where my people are from),

Arts Desk correspondent Neda Ulaby says she’s reading Richard Rorty’s Achieving Our Country, “a philosophical examination of identity politics from 1997 that’s been getting a lot of recent traction.”

Boss Lady Ellen is curled up by the fire with Eowyn Ivey’s To the Bright Edge of the World, lucky her.

And reviewer Annalisa Quinn reports, “The annual Dorothy Sayers Christmas reread continues with Busman’s Honeymoon.” Sounds delightful!

How about you?

Further to that last post and also the long, possibly slightly incomprehensible lecture about John Singer Sargent I gave to a very amused and hopefully delighted @loveisofthebody​ when visiting the Art Institute, I just feel the need to express why aspiring to embody everything about Sargent and his portraits appeals to this femme dandy, androgynous-ish queer lady.

Basically: portraits of imperious women in frothy gowns, of women who give no fucks, of well-groomed men delighting in the luxuries of life, of girls who are daydreaming about kicking you in the shins, all painted by a dandyish confirmed bachelor, recognized as an exceptional talent while also being a striving, uncertain ex-pat with class issues and an affinity for both social outcasts and self-made socialites, all of which express the general instability of American national identity in the Gilded Age. What’s not to love?

sonador-reveur  asked:

Howdy Howie!Your words always inspire me and your writings are beautiful to the core;Be it love you write about or hate, your words always do the magic and every word seems heartfelt which makes it even more of a delight to read; Your poems make us feel happy, sometimes they make us feel sad too but isn't that what good poetry is,one which makes you live those emotions? I'm happy to have discovered such an amazing person and writer who makes us HAPPY ALWAYS and saves the day #youarethebestbatman

You are THE MOST positive, sweet, caring, silly, funny young lady!!! You have a heart of platinum, a soul so pure, the cutest puppy ears, the kindest spirit, the most talent at saying hi, finding time, making is all feel special, and a part of something amazing, not to mention a gift of a Higher power that shows us how pure and wonderful humans can be no matter how old, nor where, they are!!! Thanks for your kind words, from me, and I’m sure not the only person who feels this way about you!

HuGs!!! #imbatman #yourhumblefan #me


About Tamlin’s and Rhys’s Reactions to the Idea of a “High Lady”

I’ve noticed that we’ve been keying in on Tam’s and Rhys’s reactions to Feyre’s question about the existence of High Ladies, but it struck me that we’ve mostly been focusing on the (delightful) aspect of Rhys pretty much going HA. I’LL SHOW YOU A HIGH LADY.

But can we look at their reactions one more time?

Tamlin’s response: “There is no such thing as a High Lady. […] High Lords only take wives. Consorts. There has never been a High Lady.”

Tam doesn’t say that Spring has never had a High Lady; rather, he flat out says that there is no such thing as a High Lady. At all. Ever.

But then we get this delightful bit from Rhys:

 “What if you could stand against us–hold your own, a High Lady?” 

Notice that Feyre isn’t the one who brings up High Ladies; Rhys does. The concept is there already; it’s a thing. And when Feyre responds that there is no such thing, Rhys is flat-out confused and doesn’t try to hide it.  As in, what do you mean there is no such thing as a High Lady? Who told you that nonsense? 

And behind this reaction, it becomes clear: While High Ladies may be rare–and perhaps only a thing of the past–they did exist, and it is known that they existed.

“His brows furrowed, but he shook his head. ‘We’ll talk about that later, too. But yes, Feyre–there can be High Ladies. And perhaps you aren’t one of them, but…what if you were something similar?  […]”

When I first read this line, I was galled by the fact that Tamlin outright lied to Feyre. I doubt that he wasn’t aware of the existence of High Ladies at some point, and if that’s the case, this just further highlights his controlling nature and the fact that he would never see Feyre as his equal. So much so that he wouldn’t even grant her the knowledge that it was possible–because then she would fight for it. Just like so many other things, he tries to keep her ignorant, and thus more easily controllable.

But this also raises other questions, ones that I’m deeply curious about.  What makes a High Lady? Can they rule their courts alone? How common were they? And what happened to them? What changed that they are no longer a thing? To the point that a High Lord can plausibly pretend that they never even existed? Was this back during a time when fae culture wasn’t so patriarchal, and does Rhys and Feyre’s rule symbolize a turning back to those more balance times?

Rhys also says he’d talk to Feyre about that later. Is this info discussed in that missing High Lady Ascension scene that Feyre undergoes at the Night Court? Will this have any bearing on the plot in book 3? 

Am I just a rambling madwoman (and are these questions mutually exclusive haha)? Just some ideas spinning in my head. I have so many other analysis posts I’d like to write, but this was one of the shorter ones brewing in my head. :)


Zoe Rivas is throwing her annual birthday sleepover and all of the ladies of Degrassi are invited to delight in a night of luxury and of course, a little 18th birthday mischief. Everything from trundle beds to snacks throughout the night will be provided, all you’ll have to bring is an open mind and an appetite.

With a little bubbly passed around and claws sharpened this night could turn sour quick. Plus when the boys catch wind of it, who’s to say there won’t be appearances from a few unexpected guests? Guess you’ll have to wait and see.


Sunday, March 12th @ 8 p.m.  EST.  Be there or be square.

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miki-7heaven  asked:

Papi: *inhales* Alfons, I know you'll probably get mad at me for this but... *turns to Miyu* Ms. Miyu, you probably have the most gorgeous I have ever seen! *referring to the Miyu tiddie pic* I just must know how you keep your figure! *blushes* And, if I could be so honored, maybe your company over a cup of tea or coffee? *flustered*

(Alfons: Papi no)

[My! What a lovely thing to say! Thank you, lady Papillion. Your kind words humble me.]

[I don’t exactly consider my figure too much, though — I just follow my training schedule as loyally as I possibly can. Taking care of ones health becomes increasingly important to one of my years, you see; I couldn’t slack off with a clean conscience, especially with so many people depending on me in the army and outside it.]

[As for tea? I’d be delighted to join you. If you’d like, I can tell you some general tips of my training and eating regimes there — although I don’t think you very well need my tips. You’re a charming lady as you are, lady Papillion.]

(Alfons: MOTHER NO)

I am finding a million new things about myself, what I want and who I want to be but most importantly, I have actually found a place to put so much pain and anguish that I have nowhere to put. You can put it in your music but that’s not always what people want from me in my music… They want a sweet, delightful, ‘Just Dance’ kind of girl or they want 'Bad Romance’ and that’s fine… I am happy to give people that but maybe with my song 'Dope’ or some of the things I did on Artpop, you saw a kind of dark side, wrapped up in colors. But maybe that was not always what people want to see. They want to see the perfection… it’s the imperfection that is the win.
—  Lady Gaga

Becoming Royals

the women of the court

Rachel was glad that Young-Do’s mood was high several days after the snowball fight. Progress was made on their school but Rachel still felt like something was missing. However, the most delightful news was learning Eun-Sang was assigned to Bo-Na on the days she wanted to be a girl.

It was easier to check in on her.

And Rachel kept looking for signs that Chan-Young had told Bo-Na who he was but there wasn’t any change in her mood so she didn’t know what to think.

“I think,” Eun-Sang suggested more gently than she ever had in the past. “You need to go to the ladies’ court today, instead of the school with Hyo-Shin and Prince Myung-Soo.”

Bo-Na made a face but nodded her agreement. “Song Ji-Sun is the daughter of the minister of finance. There are rumors that she checks all the books for her father and can do all sorts of maths in her head. Bo-Ah’s oldest brother is being considered for the minister of agriculture. And Yoo-Ra…” Bo-Na hesitated as she glanced at Eun-Sang.

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A gift my lord… a kisuru holder and tobaco pouch, wrought in silver and gold, enrusted with pearls…. i know several ladies brought u choco on v day… i am late since i was looking for something special for you…..care to share a pipe with me ko chan??

What a beautiful gift, my precious girl, thank you truly. I would be delighted to share with you, it would be such a shame not to.

Enstars - 2D☆STAR vol.2 - Unit Special Interview pt.1 UNDEAD

Released in November 2015. Features special interview for every unit under the theme “Cultural Festival and Sports Festival.”

Q: Good work on the butler’s café! Looks like it was very successful.

Kaoru: That’s because I was confident that this could work. But, I didn’t expect there would be customers surrounding other guys apart from me. I guess I miscalculated that part.

Adonis: The majority of customers who came to the butler café were ‘women.’ So, I recommended sweets that could strengthen their bodies. That’s all.

Rei: They were all kind ladies, calling this good old me handsome, just like an “old butler.” I was delighted unbecomingly of my age.

Koga: I’m never doing that again.

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Overheard a lady squawking about sneaky refugees this morning via an article in the Toronto Sun, SunMedia’s delightful right wing pamphlet, automobile classifieds, and Sunshine girl catalogue. If you’re citing print media as a reason to bash refugees, try a little harder than hog town’s fish wrap. Her comeback for my criticism? “What crawled up your ass?” This is what passes for political discourse in Canada.

The Lady Uncourted

“What is it the lady loves?”
“Small kittens and nice warm gloves.”
“What is it that she desires?”
“Hot chocolate and roaring fires.”

“Tell me, what’s her heart’s delight?”
“Coloured glass in bright sunlight.”
“What is fairest in her eyes?”
“The sky at dusk and at sunrise.”

“But how can I the lady woo?”
“Good knight, there’s nothing you can do.”
“Is there no offer I can make?”
“Forget romance; just bring her cake.”

all-things-cameron  asked:

I ❤️❤️❤️ youu

You’re simply the best and I have no idea what kind of luck I must have had to stumble across you. You’re an absolute delight and always put a smile on face. Rock on lady, rock on <3 <3 <3


Miraculous Parallels: Evillustrator and Antibug

Intentionally clinking Chat Noir’s bell. What difference in reaction! (Obviously, since he’s in love with Ladybug.)

Like, just look at that boy’s delight when Ladybug does it! (Plus because of what she said, I guess.)

Gif credit: @miraculousgifs (x) and @chatnoirs-baton (x)


                 This was not the first time in which Ferry had to assist her superior remove her outfit. But sure as always she had to do it. With the red hue clearly displaying on her face until a hesitant advance was taken in order to assist the blonde. Seeing her Empress’s body was a delight, an honour to say the least.
Without wasting any more time, Ferry reaches for the other’s attire, picking up from to floor to put away. The smooth and soft fabric was clearly made to be used by why royalty. Truly a symbol of high prestige.

“Excuse my distraction, it seems that my head
 was somewhere else.

           What is it you require of me Lady Nero??