Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
this is literally the most incredible post on tumblr
Dear restaurant owners / waiters,
If I take a guy out for dinner, and you see that I am clearly the one paying the bill, please do not:
- wish him a good night as we leave, and not me
- tell me I’m a “lucky girl” to have him take me out (cue me going “errrr excuse me, I took him out tonight”)
at monash university in melbourne the women’s department had a bake sale and cupcakes were one dollar for men and eighty cents for women and seventy cents for trans* people to represent the wage gap and heaps of guys kicked off about it being sexist and that’s how i finally understood how hypocritical and ignorant men’s rights activism is
to be fair that is pretty darn sexist… why cant stuff just be EQUAL for everyone?
jesus
Hey Pot Noodle, this is not OK.
This was the marketing stand for Pot Noodle’s new spicy chicken flavour in Cardiff today.
There were three large Pot Noodle models, and members of the public had to find the “hottie” in them (the others contained “notties”).
Not to mention the sexualisation of the woman on the backdrop, and the logo itself. Sigh.
If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.
If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.
If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.
If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.
Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists.” A Short Post on Rape Prevention (via ceedling)
Reading the comments section on The Lad Bible’s Facebook page makes me extraordinarily raging.
#This is meant to be the 21st century ya’know #And so many people somehow think that sexism isn’t a thing anymore #In a perfect world that would be true #but it clearly isn’t a perfect world because in a perfect world this would be true and pizza would also be good for you
Now the fuss (which I stayed way away from yesterday) has died down a bit - my input on Thatcher.
I’m sad she’s died.
Why?
Because she died before another woman got the chance to show the country how it SHOULD and COULD be done.
That’s it. I’m not going to pretend to be sad for any other reason when I know so many people whose families experienced a direct negative impact as a result of her leadership - especially now I live in south Wales.
I spend the vast majority of my time with men. Most of my friends are male, most of the people I work with are male - it’s just how life has panned out.
I only associate with guys I like. Good folk.
And yet “good folk” still sometimes say things or behave in a way which makes me feel wholly uncomfortable. It relates very much to this post I reblogged a while ago (which is what made me write this post in the first place).
Surrounded by a group of male friends, about to all go to sleep together in the same place (entirely platonic, even though it’s not really relevant to have to mention that), and one of them jokes about using Rohypnol and then “taking it in turns” on me, the only woman present. I don’t think it even crosses their mind how uncomfortable that makes me, their friend. I wish I’d said something, but we were in close quarters with a long time to spend together, and even though I wanted to, it would have created an awkward situation. I hate that I didn’t.
That is the only overt rape “joke” I hear them make, but over the next few days I overhear snippets of conversation - talking about rape as a throwaway thing.
And I’ve just gone through 8 pages of my feminism tag on my blog trying to find the post that I wanted to primarily refer back to, which is here. As mentioned over and over again, most rapists don’t think they’re rapists. Even throwaway lines can have an effect and justify in a man’s mind that what they’ve done is OK. It’s a horrific statistic that there is probably at least one guy who I count as a friend who has committed rape, and thinking about it makes me shudder.
Other relevant posts, now I’ve scrolled through the tag:
And on a similar topic thread, this.
So basically, even if you “don’t mean them like that” or are “just joking”, seriously, stop with the rape jokes and casual throwaway comments.
“There’s a fucking International Jelly-Filled Doughnut day, of course there’s an International Men’s Day.”
Posted this on some idiot’s Facebook status. Going to keep it on my copy-and-paste clipboard ready for the next time someone moans about International Women’s Day being celebrated while “there’s no International Men’s Day”… because there fucking is, however pointless it may be.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
” delacroix (via theflowershop)(Source: tainted-bliss)
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Have I reblogged this before?
Do I care?
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My dad is this exactly.
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Reblog every time.
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