|—||Chinami Umami, The Dreadful|
“If You Know Someone Who Doesn’t Believe Sexism Exists, Show Them This”
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This is important and it should have millions of more reblogs.
When people ask why this is such a big deal, this is why.
Because people are quiet about their experiences of sexual harassment, of rape, of everyday sexism, because they’re treated with abuse for speaking out about it, it becomes normal and predators are felt more welcome. They feel like this is normal and this is okay.
By speaking out about it, it makes the predators feel ashamed, it makes someone think twice about making someone feel like they are a sexual object. There is so much power in words. And if we speak up about this, others will speak too. And united, we are more powerful than ever.
It’s not just women. Men have it happen too, and they don’t speak up. They feel like they’ll be laughed at or it’s too uncommon to bother people about it. But no matter who it happens to, it’s not okay.
It is NEVER your fault, not even partially. The person at fault is the rapist, the cat-caller, the creepy man on the Subway feeling you up. And if they aren’t given the blame…then why isn’t it okay for them to continue? They will continue if they feel justified in their actions. And blaming the victim, even in the most minute way, gives the predator that power. Don’t be the one to hand it to them. Fight back. Stand united with your fellow person and make the world stronger.
Jon Stewart vs. People Who Don’t Understand How Birth Control works
There will never come a day where I will not reblog this.
The problem is semantics. The types of “birth control” that are used to treat a variety of medical problems (severe cramps, heavy flow, horrible acne, irregular periods, etc) each need to be called something other than “birth control” since that isn’t what those medicines are prescribed for.
Last movie I watched was Project X, so take it as you will…
Last movie I watched was a documentary about Charles Manson…..
The Man Who Fell to Earth…
So I am going to be David Bowie forever
D: oh panda, i’m so sorry. i warned you. :/
Superman?! Damn, no pressure, right?
The last movie I watched was The Phantom From Space. Kind of hard to tell who exactly the protagonist was, either one of the FCC investigators, or the chemist, Betty Evans.
As long as people say things like “differently abled,”
As long as workplaces and employers turn down people for jobs they’re qualified for because the applicant uses a wheelchair,
As long as there are still buildings without ramps, elevators, and other accessible…
Samantha Bee is a role model.
Actually, it’s already happening. Ask an army minister about the new rules.
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.
It’s all in how we’re socialized. I know damn well if I get rejected, it’s my own damn fault. My parents taught me to own my sh!t. Sadly, not enough people are taught this. And the general paradigm shift of shirking responsibility is annoying in general. Then there’s the whole obvious motives thing. Don’t bitch just because you were found out. It’s pathetic.