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no because when everything everywhere all at once said “‘alone I’m useless’ ‘everyone’s useless alone. good thing we’re not alone.’” and “in another life, i would have loved to have just done laundry and taxes with you” and “you think i am naive. i’ve been alive just as many years as you. this [love] is how i fight” and “of all the places i could be, I just want to be here with you” and-
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Mother, I think, wherever you may be, can you hear me? You wanted a women’s culture. Well, now there is one. It isn’t what you meant, but it exists. And here’s what we do. We watch them. The men. We study them. We feed them. We please them. We can make them feel strong or weak. We know them that well. We know their worst nightmares. And, with a bit of practice, that’s what we’ll become. Nightmares. One day, when we’re ready, we’re coming for you. Just wait.
The Handmaid’s Tale Season 3
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Now I’m awake to the world. I was asleep before. That’s how we let it happen. When they slaughtered Congress, we didn’t wake up. When they blamed terrorists and suspended the Consitution, we didn’t wake up then, either. Nothing changes instantaneously. In a gradually heating bathtub, you’d be boiled to death before you knew it. The Handmaid’s Tale (Season 1)
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Ruthless, I remember thinking. They are fucking ruthless. Where does it come from, this talent for ruthlessness? It seems so easy for them. For these men. For men like these. That’s how they won, I suppose. It isn’t about being right, or having the people or God on your side. It isn’t anything that grandiose. In the end, victory goes to the hardest heart. To the ruthless go the spoils.
The Handmaid’s Tale season 3
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We should’ve known better. I thought there were still secret places. Hidden in the cracks and crevices of this world. Places we could make beautiful, peaceful, quiet, safe.
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Serena Joy is also an allegory of the right-wing/conservative anti-feminist woman’s tendency to take the freedoms and rights that their feminist foremothers fought and died for, for granted.
She took for granted:
Her freedom to get an education and later become an author
Her ability to take on a leadership role in a movement
The concept of equal partnership with her husband
Having original ideas for a movement and being credited with them
She thought the idea of “the good old days” sounded good in theory but she failed to realize in practice she’d lose everything that makes her Serena.
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We do our work in the evening. She writes, I read. This is the new normal. And an offense to God. In another life, maybe we could’ve been colleagues. And in this one, we’re heretics. I was already on the naughty list. An adulteress, a “fallen woman,” as Aunt Lydia used to say. But this is new territory for Serena, I think. How does she feel about falling? She seems pretty fucking happy.
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How long you been holding onto that one? A while.
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The Handmaid’s Tale // The Last Ceremony
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Gilead blames the fertility crisis on women. On their sinfulness. We see the problem often originating with the men.
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Just because you got some new clothes doesn’t make you any different.
The Handmaid’s Tale 3x12, “Sacrifice”
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