“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite”—Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
He gets fired from the police force eventually, fakes his death and goes on a voyage of self-discovery - when he comes back he decides to join forces with Phryne on her side of the law and they help people and break into buildings and occasionally dangle from ropes in the night trying to escape from culprits (but two guns are better than one anyway) and they’ll live happily ever after chasing criminals and drinking expensive booze, stake outs and make outs included, obviously.
Other than this Leverage-inspired pipedream I really don’t have any expectations for them? Obviously I’d like them to get it on eventually (Christmas special??) but I’m also aware of what a delicate situation that type of thing is for the writers. So far they’ve done a wonderful job so I’m just hoping that it’s going to continue that way in season 3 (all fingers crossed).
They’ll never have a conventional relationship (in my mind, and I hope in everyone else’s too), because it’ll be a delicate balance for Jack as well. She’s not someone who will let herself get trapped in a stable relationship - that much is for sure - and I honestly don’t know how good he would be at giving her her freedom without combusting with jealousy as he’s already prone to doing :) The best solution might be an open sort of relationship where Phryne is still allowed to take the occasional young and handsome piece of meat into her bed while everyone involved is aware of the fact that no emotions are involved in her romps and Jack is still the one she comes back to although I do realize that would never work with his fairly conventional mindset… Basically he should keep it casual and let her come to him, let her realize what she wants before suffocating her with affection or anything because it’ll never work like that.
"write strong women" doesn’t mean "write the same cliched archetype of a Strong Woman" it means "write female characters who have agency and aren’t relegated to the same tired roles of passivity and submissiveness"
“Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belong to a man-a woman who was ‘one-in-herself.’ The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virle. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chasity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past…, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus-they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramatic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chasity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched. When Joan of Arc, with her witch coven associations, was called La Pucelle-‘the Maiden,’ ‘the Virgin’ - the word retained some of its original pagan sense of a strong and independent woman. The Moon Goddess was worshipped in orgiastic rites, being the divinity of matriarchal women free to take as many lovers as they choose. Women could ‘surrender’ themselves to the Goddess by making love to a stranger in her temple.”—Monica Sjoo and Barbara Mor in the book “The Great Cosmic Mother -Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth” (via doctorcrusher)