Yeah, I mostly just queue neat or interesting things anymore.
My girlfriend comes back from London in THREE DAYS
Last book of the series, the lady knight main character is noticed by a master of a different fighting style and wonders instantly if it’s because he’s interested in wooing her. Also, she’s right, that is mostly why.
Then she consistently continues wondering why he picked her instead of someone more feminine, even while she’s proving his match in a sword fight, as though femininity is the only possible social currency she could potentially have at her disposal.
Also, at one point one of the other characters lists all the men she “belongs” to, with the slight excuse that she doesn’t actually have female relatives and has only been in contact with and liked two or three other women in the three novels so far.
I really want some female noblewoman to sweep in wearing trousers and everyone be like, “But you haven’t earned the right to wear those, like the lady knight has by proving herself as good as men,” and she just replies, “With all due respect, they’re fucking clothes. If you had to earn clothes, more people would end up naked.”
At least the author cut off the dialogue before the bad guy actually called her a whore, which I’m sure would have inspired no real discussion either among the characters or in the narrative.
So now he’s dead, and she gets to spend the epilogue and basically all of the next novel feeling guilty for everything she’s ever done, which only very bland arguments are made against by her friends.
Problem with reading girl adventure stores that I liked when I was younger: no one stops the duel to the death when the guy blatantly cheats using magic, but as soon as the other party gets her binder cut through and admits to being a girl disguised as a boy in order to earn her place of a night of the realm, people are all “STOP, EVERYTHING MUST STOP NOW, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?”
Which might have been inescapable, given it’s been built up for nearly two entire novels that (rapidly) span seven years, but no one calls them out on it.