Once, Jack Crawford called up a trainee barely old enough to rent a car, and asked her to interview the most notorious serial killer currently living, in order to catch one that was, for the moment, slightly less notorious. He knew he was making her a sacrificial animal; the second he saw her, Hannibal Lecter knew it, too—the hidden language of powerful men who understand each other. Hannibal was offended to have been sent a student; he had been prepared to crack whoever Crawford sent him until they broke, and felt he’d been robbed of an honorable victory by being given someone so green and so doomed to failure.
But she was Clarice Starling, and she won.
This is 1000% the beautiful brilliant response I wanted when people kept telling me “But you don’t understand, it doesn’t matter that they can’t have Clarice! There’s all these other women on the show!”(via theredshoes)
This took off! Wow!
Have you ever had a guy come up to you — on the street, in a bar, whatever — and just straight-up say, “hey, I wanna talk to you?” Happens all the time, right? Happens to women, all the time. But have you ever just straight-up said, “no?” Not “no, I have a boyfriend,” or “no, I’m busy,” or “no, I have to race to save the city from the Joker’s diabolical machinations, for I am the Batman,” or any other excuse: Just the word “no,” by itself?
Yeah. So you know what happens next, after you say “no.” The guy always keeps talking. He tries wheedling, or begging, sometimes. But if you say “no” firmly enough, or often enough that he gets the point, the dude just starts yelling. He tells you that you’re not that hot. He tells you what a bitch you are. (“You bitch, I have a Rolls Royce,” was my favorite of these.) Sometimes he follows you down the street, yelling at you; sometimes, he follows you in his car. These dudes are always so fucking certain that they’re entitled to your time and attention that they will harass you until you give it, or at least until you’re scared and sorry for not giving it. You do not have the right not to interact, as far as these guys are concerned.
Yeah. That.(via theredshoes)
Going back through my archives I FINALLY found this — I think it’s my most-reblogged post, altho my Tumblr is so huge those little ‘your most popular posts!’ programs just either hang, or take forever so I just kill them off. What I loved most about this is how it turned into a hollaback session all on its own as hundred and hundreds of women reblogged it, adding their own experiences. That was humbling and amazing. I’m really glad I discovered it again. (God, Tumblr is the WORST at actually archiving posts. sigh.)