Forever telling anyone I ever date that I like their butt and fancy hair.
this is the best movie for so many reasons
I love how he latches onto his hair being fancy and not his butt being nice bahahaha
I can hold intelligent conversations and talk about science and listen intently to what other people think about but I still scream when my pokemon lose a battle or when I can’t beat a temple in Zelda. I’m 23
Ditto and I’m 25
while you’re signing the petition to legally recognize nonbinary gender on whitehouse.gov, you should also sign the one to create a federal mandate forcing all law enforcement officers to wear a video recording device while on duty, to hold cops accountable for their actions
do you ever just start thinking about sex and zone out for a couple of seconds and stare into space and then you come back and you’re like ah shit i hope no one realised i was thinking about sex just now
Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.
Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.
Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.
Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.
When you’re sad:
1. Write letters to the people you love. Don’t seal them; don’t send them. Instead, stick them between the pages of library books.
2. Eat raspberries off your fingertips.
3. Venture outside and observe natural life. Watch a honey bee suck the nectar from lavender plants. Watch a snail slowly make its way towards the shade of a tree. Watch a hummingbird innocently fly above your head. Realize how insignificant you are.
4. Smile at strangers; say hello. It will improve their day and your own.
5. Write lists. They can be about anything.
6. Read several pages of the dictionary. Learn new words. Write down the ones you wish to remember.
7. Never feel compelled to apologize when you don’t feel sorry. It’s okay that you’re honest. It’s okay that you have a different opinion from someone else.
8. Read books and watch movies from your childhood. A healthy dose of nostalgia is okay. Immerse yourself in your past innocence.
9. Walk to a park and get on a swing. Go as high as you can; feel limitless. The world is yours.
10. Eat if you’re hungry. Food is not the enemy. You are a human and need food to survive. You deserve to eat. Put those raspberries on your fingers and sprinkle sugar on your tongue. Taste the summer breeze and sweet aroma of jasmine flowers.
11. Don’t marinate in your sadness. You are not a steak. You are a person; you’re irreplaceable. Open yourself up to contentment. Bathe in the rivers of Glee. Go for hikes with Satisfaction. Sleep in a warm cocoon of blankets with Bliss. Let endless happiness overcome your hopeless sadness. You deserve to be happy. If life is a game and you are the referee, be biased for once and let happiness win.
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IT’S TIME I SHOW YOU WHAT MISOGYNY CAN LOOK LIKE. READ THIS AND PASS IT ALONG TO STOP THIS FROM HAPPENING TO OTHERS.
Listen up, all, it’s time I tell you a story.
For any girls working in the food service industry, this is especially important to you.
In the above pictures, you can see what I wore to work as a hostess in the high-end restaurant I’ve been working in. Pay particular attention to the black skirt that comes just a few inches above my knees.
I was in the back service station getting a sip of my drink before heading back to the hostess stand, when I heard my manager behind me. He’s an older man, very stoic and reserved, and I heard him address one of the male servers.
"Patrick, why is it you’re staring at Madison’s legs like that?"
Oh. Shit. So naturally, I turn around and take in the situation, and it was very obvious Patrick had been staring at me. I was about to thank my manager, when he turned to me.
"Why are you wearing skirts that short that you got men like Patrick staring at your legs?" he asked, and the worst fucking part was just how SERIOUS my manager was.
Now, despite all of my feminist ideals, understandings of misogyny, and rape culture, I did the first instinctive thing I could: I pulled my skirt a little longer and apologized. I walked away, shocked by what I heard, and disgusted by my own reaction.
Fast forward an hour and a half. I’m still thoroughly pissed at my manager and myself, but my other hostess friend did a wonderful job of cheering me up that involved talking about how misogynistic and bigoted my manager was.
I went to the other service station where my manager was unfortunately standing, surrounded by other servers, bussers, runners, and a table of customers eating their dinner. I asked if there were any extra menus laying around back there, and he shook his head. “Come here, can I ask you something?”
Stupidly assuming this was regarding my actual job as a hostess, I agreed, and sure as hell, he asks, “Did your father let you out of the house in that skirt?”
All I could do was gape. Was he fucking serious? “I mean, you got all sorts of men staring at your legs,” he continued, “These are men married with kids. You got servers, bussers, and older men all staring at your legs. Why you gotta wear a skirt that short?”
I am a twenty-one year old woman. My father doesn’t ‘let’ me do anything. I am more modestly dressed than other hostesses, which I pointed out to him, only to receive a non-committal shrug. I shook my head and muttered “Sorry,” back, this time heavy with sarcasm, and went straight to the bar to get the attention of a female manager I trusted.
I later explained the entire scenario to my female manager, confessing to how uncomfortable and off-put I was about all that happened. I expressed that it felt so wrong that my manager didn’t scold the server for looking at me, but instead blamed me for Patrick’s lack of self control. That, if he had an issue with how I was dressed for work, he should have pulled me to the side and said that what I was wearing was inappropriate.
Girls, listen to me. Sure, this isn’t rape. No one laid their hands on me. But this kind of behavior is still sexual harassment, as well as sexual discrimination. This was an older man with authority, using it to demean a woman who was smaller and younger, thinking I would never speak up for myself and that he could get away with it.
If something like this happens to you, find a female person of authority and tell them. Express how uncomfortable it makes you. SPEAK UP. Do NOT let this kind of behavior EVER slide. This is misogyny. This is inappropriate. I was not dressed inappropriately, and even if I had been, I did NOT deserve that kind of treatment from a manager—a person I’m supposed to trust.
This is what misogyny looks like. It’s ingrained in our culture. Never let a man intimidate you and tell you how to look, or tell you other men’s inappropriate behavior is your fault. It NEVER is.
Tell someone when it happens to you, or you see it happens to others. Stop misogyny in it’s tracks, and be the strong, powerful, sexy woman you are. Flaunt what looks good. Be confident. Love yourself. Simple as that.
some things just never change
Some things never will