There has recently been a lot of writing about women’s rage and the importance of it, but I don’t know what exactly to do with my sadness. I don’t want to know women and think of women only in the context of their suffering, or the sexism they’ve faced, or their erasure. But when I think of the women forced to disappear, I am confronted by the void that’s been created in their absence. I mourn every single day for an alternate past, present, and future in which women can move through the world as freely as men. I feel robbed of a women’s history with contours I can’t even fathom. I feel robbed of women’s time, I feel robbed of their joy. I can scream and donate and protest knowing my tears don’t vote, don’t raise awareness. But privately, I mourn.

Do you know of any fiction (both published and fanfiction) that portrays Thomas More as the giant, sadistic hypocrite that he was? He wrote Utopia about among other things religious tolerance, but then whipped people in his own garden and burnt people alive for having different views than him. But all fiction seems to portray him as this wise, pacifistic humanist🙄

I guess I’d say Wolf Hall, except imo that goes too far in the other direction (for almost everyone…that is, villainizing/stupidifying figures to ridiculous amount to make Cromwell look a) better and b) more intelligent, which is kind of unnecessary for the latter– his genius is pretty well-recognized, imo– and a bit of a reach for the former…he was ruthless when he felt he needed to be for self-preservation, which isn’t that much different from many powerful figures of the Tudor court). 

As for fics, none of my fav’s really even have more than a passing mention of him…he’s not in the character tags, for instance.