To All the Whiny Men Bitching about Women in Lead Movie Roles:
Shut the fuck up. Take your entitlement-fueled, frightened child idiocy and shove it straight up your ass.
You are not the arbiters of what is acceptable or appropriate for the lead characters in movies. Star Wars is not the sole domain of men. The Fast and the Furious never-ending franchise is not for you to populate with your ideas of what is a “real” villain or protagonist or anything else.
A woman leading a film does not impact the size of your dick or your lottery win of being born male in the patriarchal society you happen to live in. It literally has no bearing on your chances of being able to steal Death Star plans, because that chance remains at less than zero.
Your inane chittering about “Mary Sue” bullshit makes you sound like that kid everyone hated, because he would one-up everything anyone ever accomplished. “Oh, you were able to pick up a guitar and teach yourself how to play from listening to music and watching others play? Pfft, ONE TIME I PICKED UP A GUITAR AND THEN GOT LESSONS FROM MANY DIFFERENT TEACHERS, SO MY GUITAR SKILLS WERE CLEARLY EARNED, UNLIKE YOUR BULLSHIT SKILLS.”
That’s what you sound like. You sound like an insecure child with an unfulfilling home life that chooses the path of cutting down others instead of looking at their own actions and making a change. If you want to be honest with yourself and others, your ignorant tweets and think pieces and Facebook ramblings would read: “I am threatened by female characters being used where a male would traditionally be used. It makes me think that I may one day lose the one advantage I have in my otherwise sad, pathetic life: My maleness. This makes me angry, so I lash out at imaginary characters in a world I didn’t create to make myself feel better. I probably need therapy or a lesson on empathy.”
Lots of love,
All of the women and little girls basking in the gloriousness of being represented in traditionally male-dominated cinema and the people that love them.