I ain't never comin' home, Nina

"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….

First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”

But here is what I think you should know.

You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.

You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.

You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).

You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.

In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.

In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”

Libby Anne (via newwavenova)

gaydicks420:

last night i woke up because two dudes were fighting underneath my window and one dude kept screaming “BRO!! BRO YOU CALLED ME A BITCH IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE BAR BRO!! THE WHOLE BAR!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT BRO??” he sounded so heart broken. why bro. why did you do this.

Language is so vague. Sometimes I wonder, how big is “big” and how small is “small,” how long is “long enough” and how short is “too short.” When you see something, you can instantly describe the object. But where exactly do you draw the line between these words?

I don’t think measuring instruments were made for this job. They were made to measure things numerically; they weren’t made to tell us whether something is too big or just right.

Am i making sense?

I remember the day me and my family went to an amusement park. I recall crying obnoxiously because i wasn’t allowed to ride the roller coaster. I was short by a few centimeters for the height requirement. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. I felt like i wasn’t good enough for the ride. It’s like having your lifetime wish in front of you but you couldn’t reach it because you have no arms.

On my way home a while ago, i saw a tiny car and instantly, i said “that car is so fucking small.” Then i wondered, what made me think that it was too small? What separates small from big? What is the exact length of a “long hair”? Am i tall enough for a roller coaster ride now?

You see, these questions have been bothering me for several weeks now. For me, these things make life much more difficult. Some people think they’ve given everything, but it turns out they weren’t enough. Some people ask for too much, but how much is too much? If i ask a waiter to fill my glass with water, when do i tell him to stop? If he puts another drop of water, would it be too much already? Would i still be able to take in the additional drop? When you get a score that’s one point less than the passing grade, do you still fail? Or will your teacher give you a consideration? If he does, how about those people who got a point two points below the passing mark? Wouldn’t it be unfair for them? If my height is 3’11” and the roller coaster requires passengers to be at least 4’ feet in height, would the guard let me in and pretend i’m taller than 4 feet? If you love someone, how would you know if she loves you as much as you love her? Do you count the number of chocolates you give to each other? Do you count the number of letters? Or do you ask her to give you a numerical value of her love for you?

The point is, where do you draw the line? The world is such a blur. I wonder if mathematicians have OCD and lose their shit when they measure something that’s a point bigger that the usual, or a millimeter shorter than the normal. I don’t know where this leads to be honest. I just think it’a a good thing to ponder upon. And i hope i get the answers to my questions.

my thoughts when i’m alone (via socriminals)

the-white-burns:

ah yes, the most terrifying and aggressive dog ever: the pitbull

genekellyfan2308:

Judy Garland in a 1940’s Armed Services promotional photo !

genekellyfan2308:

Judy Garland in a 1940’s Armed Services promotional photo !

sweeransigh:

GUESS WHO JUST SHARED INFO ABOUT THEIR UPCOMING ALBUM

not taylor swift

lightlier:

i automatically classify anything over $5 as expensive

ialmostdo:

forgot if i was watching our’s or hilary duff’s new single

ialmostdo:

forgot if i was watching our’s or hilary duff’s new single

sean-codyvevo:

bored-no-more:

Sand storm, it’s just a storm …. wait who turned off the light?

OMG THIS IS HORRIFYING

The guy who filmed this is gonna be in a horror movie some day.

sean-codyvevo:

bored-no-more:

Sand storm, it’s just a storm …. wait who turned off the light?

OMG THIS IS HORRIFYING

The guy who filmed this is gonna be in a horror movie some day.

punkasslouis:

do you ever see an opinion that’s so terrible that you actually feel bad for that person’s brain

I was digging through my blog and struck gold.

cokeflow:

you know that mood you get in sometimes where you just fucking are in love with drinking water



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