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Tropes That Annoy Me: The Fighting Fucktoy

If you want to know all about the Fighting Fuctoy, you won't find much about it on tvtropes.org at all. Nope. For that, you have to go to sites written by, and run by exclusively female authors.

Or you could absorb this picture:

[Artistry care of Kate Beaton of Hark, A Vagrant! fame. Link leads to her Strong Female Characters series collation]

Any attempt to put this sort of thing up on tvtropes results in, I presume, a phenomenally unbelievable amount of manbaby whining.

...cue manbaby whining landing on my blog.

But I had the dubious privilege of watching this trope evolve. It began in your Action Guy movies where the love interest was no longer allowed to be a helpless damsel [Unless, of course, the Action Guy movie was happening in a conveniently earlier time when these sorts of shenanigans are invisible] so she had to be tough.

Action Girl very frequently whupped someone's ass within five minutes of meeting the hero, or met his initial romantic advances[or sexism] with a punch to the jaw. All this to prove that she is Strong(tm) and Independant(r).

Said Action Girl, in the beginning, was almost completely useless and hostile to Action Guy for a majority of the movie until the inexplicable kiss/sex in the third act.

As she evolved, she got to be a little more capable. But the whole point is that she exists to be sexually or romantically available to the Action Guy. In more recent instances, she's helped raise Action Guy to become the Hero Foretold, or give him a hand up in the Level of Badass that Action Guy needs to win the day. And then stands back to cheerlead Action Guy from the stands when it would be a much shorter story if she just went into the baddie fortress and did her thing.

Some Fighting Fucktoys exist to be sexually appealing to male viewers, and thus don't get an Action Guy to cheer on. This happens a lot in video games, and characters like Lara Croft and Bayonetta stand out as prime examples.

This is why Mako Mori stands out in Pacific Rim. She's a whole person with her own story arc and a supportive role that does NOT consist solely of beating up dudes/the hero and then standing back for him to win the day on his own. In her case, it was the dude who helped her out and complete her training in badass, and then they both worked together to win the day.

And then the movie industry completely ignored that lesson and went back to doing all the other Fighting Fuctoys. Though they have graduated from "I wear a bikini because I want to" type Strong(tm), Independant(r) male moulding to "I wear a leather catsuit because I want to" type Strong(tm), Indepentant(r) male moulding.

Seriously, the only place I've seen women in practical armour is frikkin' Game of Thrones, and that's Soft Porn with extra gore. At least we get some franger shots to balance out a portion of the T&A and female full frontal going on. Everything else is either, "Cut! Tuck it back in!" or "I can't breathe in this shit".

As long as women are presented on screen for the male gaze, there is no such thing as a Strong Female Character. Just a Fighting Fucktoy in sexy armour.

What writers mean by "Strong Female Character" is a female character who could plausibly have an adventure movie on her own.
One who isn't a paper thin veneer of toughness wrapped around a Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

So if you can't imagine you SFC scratching her arse or having a bad hair day, or even having enough of your Action Guy's bullshit... rewrite that shit. You'll be doing everyone a favour.

GDI

I was really hoping for the crises to be done with by today. I wanted to talk about the Fighting Fucktoy trope with y'all.

But no. Life has intervened and I need to bitch about stuff for a bit.

Before you fret, Chaos is fine. Her tooth is still nice and shiny and she's eating okay. Today's threat to the return of normalcy is... Mayhem.

Yes, folks. Disasters come once per little darling in this house, and it's Mayhem's turn to fuck

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Signs of a rotten week

The fear/exhaustion feeling is not going away. It's starting to suck major league balls.

I will do just about anything to make it go away. Except break Keto. That crap is not going to happen.

Fortunately, I have a fuckoff-huge coffee hoard and little tricks like sugarless mints to help maintain awareness.

The worst part is trying to go to sleep at night. I can succumb to the exhaustion, but the fear manages to keep me awake for way longer than

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Blurghledy

Something is in the air. Something got to me in the dead of the night and reminded me that asthma is a son of a bitch.

Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season got me, last night, and I woke to the all-too-familiar sensation of not having enough air. So I've used Max for maybe the third time since I started on Keto.

I'm okay. I found my Seratide and dosed myself up on that and some nebuliser Atrovent. I can breathe again.

What I

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Off I go again

This time, it's a much shorter trip to MeMum's to sort out whatever has fluffed up with her tech this time. I suspect she's forced a quit during an update and now everything's gone do-lally. Either that or a virus has managed to get past her antiviral thing and now she needs a purge.

I really hope it's the update thing. That's way easier to fix than the virus.

Either way, I am sorting out a lot of crap, today. Which means

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...sigh...

Home again, home again, and boy, are we grateful. It takes a time to get away from it all to appreciate what you have.

But of course, it wouldn't be a family holiday without a family disaster. Chaos got the run-abouts while waiting in the Adelaide airport, tripped over Mayhem, and bumped a front tooth. Grandma insists that Chaos has broken her tooth and it's going to end in disaster. And won't shut up about the dental disaster that she calls key

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Off we pop

Headed back home to sunny Queensland, today. We've given ourselves until midday to shift on out of the place we're renting, and planned a leisurely toddle towards the Adelaide airport for the hurry-up-and-wait.

I am definitely making certain I have access to my headphones so I can listen to some good tunes1 all the way home.

And I will be extremely glad of my nice comfy home that doesn't creak ominously when you head off to one of the loos.

And

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Last full day in Morgan

There's nothing planned for today, but I would like to pop over to the museum, later on. I, for one, will be very glad to get back home to a bed that's actually comfortable to sleep in. Beloved will also be glad of that respite, I am sure.

Tomorrow, we pack everything up and get ready to exit Morgan, head to Adelaide airport, and do the whole hurry-up-and-wait noise all over again. All so we can return to our home so late

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Well...

We did go on a riverboat tour. For some reason, I was convinced that it would also be a paddle-steamer. No such luck. There were a few paddlewheel boats on the river, but they weren't operational.

Miss Chaos had a beautiful birthday cake made for her by the tour people, and she's been allowed to have all the chocolate-coated strawberries that were on the top and what looks suspiciously like a Ferrero-Rocher praline ball. All of which will be gone, I suspect,

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Hello from Morgan!

And for everyone wondering where the heck that is, I can safely say that it is on the Murray River, and somewhere in South Australia. I think we drove for three hours to get out here, but I can't be certain because I fell asleep for patches of it.

There's a lot of one-street towns in Australia where the Town Hall is right next to the Pub, which is right next to the only shop for forty miles or so, and the

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Rushed!

What I was not told until late last night, is that we're taking off for South Australia at four in the morning, tomorrow. So we can be at the airport in time to hurry up and wait.

Today will all be packing, when we're not celebrating Mother's Day in a very rushed way.

So far, the Primary Parental of the house has not been woken up by younglings. And one of said younglings apparently spent all night gaming instead of coming up

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No Tropes Today

We're due to get our flu jabs, this morning. As such, I don't really have the time for an in-depth rant about things that Hollywood does to tick me off.

That will probably happen more often next week.

It all depends on what else I find to write about, really.

But for now, I have a one and a half hour time window to hammer out a story for you, because post-jabs, I'm planning on heading down to MeMum's for a Stuff

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Tropes That Annoy Me: The Magical Minority

You know that point in the movie. The hero has hit a wall. Hit a low point. Hit the place where most people would give up, mourn, and try to pick up the pieces. Along comes an inspirational message from the nearest Magical Minority, a trope so large that it has entire sets of sub-tropes. This helps get

It's usually a person of colour, but occasionally a disabled person. For extra points, it's a disabled person of colour. And the reason why

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Tropes That Annoy Me: Born Sexy Yesterday

I have to admit that I've only recently realised that this one was a thing, and it's all because of this video. If you haven't watched this already, take a good look.

It's surprising often this turns up, isn't it. Sexy woman emerges, fully formed, but is also a blank slate for the male lead to impress upon. Everything he finds good, she meekly follows along with and finds good.

Keep in mind that he is in control of all of her

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Tropes That Annoy Me: Loveable Jerk

I know I referred to this earlier as the "Loveable Misogynist", but there's also excusable racism in this particular character type. It's a blend of the Politically Incorrect Hero and the Jerk With a Heart of Gold with some elements of Good Flaws, Bad Flaws mixed in.

And what it winds up making is a surprisingly generic hero for serialised drama television. Sure, he's heroic, but he's also a bit of a jerk and he has some bad habits. Sometimes, he's a

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