“I kissed him once,” Isabelle said, to no one in particular.
Aline’s eyebrows shot up. “They really do let you do whatever you want in New York,
don’t they?” she said, sounding half-horrified and half-envious. “The last time I saw you,
Izzy, you wouldn’t even have considered—”
— “City of Glass” by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 3: Amatis
Again, how the fuck was I ever supposed to like Aline? We have introduced to Aline for one chapter and she is already slut-shaming Isabelle like everyone else along with still being a racist bitch. Again, I can see why Das Mervin wrote the “Senorita Bitchslap” story because I really feel I need to insert myself and kick Aline’s ass. Although realistically, she’s supposed to be a trained warrior and would probably beat me pretty easily. But a girl can dream, can’t she?
Before I call it a day, I want to talk about one last thing. Yeah, technically this series passes the Bechdel test. Mostly, because Clare talked to Madeline at the end of “City of Ashes”. Other than that, I see almost all the female characters discussing nothing but their male counterparts. And I don’t know about you, but if I actually wrote something (and I won’t because I’m a shitty writer) my female characters would pass the Bechdel test easily and multiple time. You know why? Because I’m a fucking feminist and Clare is not.
I’m quite frankly tired of everyone shitting on Isabelle for embracing her sexuality. Isabelle can have sex or kiss, or date whoever the fuck she wants. Just like Jace can fucking date all the Downworlders he wants without recrimination. Clare is, in fact, being a sexist hypocritical asshole and I want her to stop trying call herself a feminist.
She is as much of a feminist as her contemporary, Stephanie Meyer: which means not at all!