This is not a movie review. This is a response to the character of Hellboy.
If you asked me years ago why I decided to cosplay Hellboy, I’m not sure how I would have answered….
All in Sexism
Someone seems to always have to bend, don’t they? I started thinking about who and why I try not to be that person anymore.
Disclosure: This isn’t a review; it’s a response. There are minimal spoilers. And before you take the title and run with it, I did like the movie.
My feelings were hurt and I’m working through it. This is what happens sometimes when you share yourself. It’s my least favorite part.
Men got a lot of work to do and not just because you may have daughters…
If you only rock with me when I’m happy then you are kind of a trash person who finds my humanity inconvenient.
This is going to be complicated. You’ve been warned.
Setting aside our "differences" is oppression in disguise…
I am not okay and I’m not gonna pretend I am to keep you comfortable…especially while y’all on that bullshit.
I’ve heard some kind of variation of “Why can’t you just trust me and do what I want” from people all my life and it’s bullshit.
Black People Do Not Have White Privilege - Even When They're Famous. Kevin Hart, apparently, forgot.
White women benefit from white supremacy. Just not the patriarchy and they don’t seem to care.
Election time is constant warfare on Black people and white people don’t change their whites-only agenda, regardless of how it hurts them…
Breaking normal is more than just being visible. Sometimes, you gotta talk the talk, too and it ain’t always straightforward or easy.
Monsters rule the world and we’re just waiting to die. Tired is my not so new normal and as the illusions of our situation continue to crumble to dust before us, I can’t even fake enthusiasm anymore.
I ain’t your superwoman and it’s time for that narrative to die.
Sometimes, it’s really not you. But you gotta look at yourself and be honest about your shit to be sure.
I have this thing where I'm watching these spaces curated by Black people for Black people either were low-key pandering to the yt gaze or sell themselves to them...
There's this weird underlying notion that you haven't "made it" until you getting them yt dollars and those curating these spaces have shown themselves willing to cash out on the trust of their followers and audiences. It fucking sucks. And yet, it's a norm.
It’s always disturbing to realize, yet again, that you’ve been conditioned to like monsters and I am not the only one by the look of things.