furiosa is not motherly. she is not kind and sweet and gentle. she is not warm and nurturing and tender. she is none of these things because any one of them would have killed her.
i’m so tired of hearing how the war pups looked up to her, how she showed them kindness and light when no one else did. furiosa was tempered by the raw cruelty of the wastes, she was honed into a weapon, an unyielding warrior, an imperator. she climbed over dead bodies to get to her rank and she produced more once she got there.
she is the daughter of mary jobassa, of the many mothers of clan swaddledog and she may have come from the green place where everyone had there fill and there was no need to snap anybody but seven thousand days later there is no shred of that left in her. furiosa is vicious and murderous and angharad made her promise to stay her hand, there would be no unnecessary killing in their rescue. she is shifting through the burning sand with blood stained hands, digging for redemption.
so i’m tired of people telling me to value what we were never shown. a woman doesn’t need to be gentle and loving to be exceptional or worthwhile.
The Archery Range 