Ontario’s high schools will offer a gender studies class next semester.Way to go, Ontario! I wish they’d offered something like this in my high school.
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- let yourself cry
- drink plenty of water or you might get a headache and the cry will feel more like a punishment than a catharsis
- if you wipe away tears before they can fall down your cheeks maybe think about that. your tears are not an inconvenience you do not need to minimize them.
- let yourself cry
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The danger of worldviews (Speaking when the world sleeps)
Truth bomb if I ever saw one.
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A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification.
article hereJust a “bit of fun”, says Management.
oh. my. god.
what the actual fuck
Holy shit. Signal boost! Disgusting in so many ways.
i have no problem with pointing out that anyone of any gender can be an abuser, rapist, pedophile etc because that’s absolutely true.
but the problem with always emphasizing “yes but it happens to everyone, not just women (or people of colour, or trans* people, etc)!” is that it depoliticizes the issue.
violence is not an accident, it is reflective of social power relations that permeate society at every level
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I deleted the commentary because I fucking can.
I am damn tired of seeing this GIF being reblogged by people who praise these words as if they are of worth. Motherfuckers, we are not to be utilized because guess what? We are not resources. We are beyond the one dimensional romanticized ideal that has been enforced upon us by a structure that is disguised as empowering and flattering when in reality it is nothing but misogynistic.
^^^^^^
I kind of hate John Green on principle bc he’s another ~enlightened feminist~ oh waitExcept, John’s response: “I am sorry for the jokes I made in that video where I said nerd women were an underutilized romantic resource. I thought it would be clear from the purple prose that I was kidding in the video, but I also said a bunch of other stupid things in it, and I would not say them now, and if I owned the video (which I don’t) I would take it down. I regret it, and I’m sorry.”
Like, yeah, what he said was problematic, but you know what else is problematic? Pretending an apology doesn’t exist. Failing to forgive when someone is clearly apologetic and is working to rectify problematic behaviors from their past. We are not going to get ANYWHERE as a society if we do not enthusiastically embrace the fact that people can and do change for the better.
^ THIS.
(Source: nerdfightingandbooks, via priceofpeasinpersepolis)
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But then, then comes the fateful moment where you find out that all this time, he’s only seen you as a potential girlfriend. And then if you turn him down, he may never speak to you again. This has happened to me time after time: I hit it off with a guy, and, for all that I’ve been burned in the past, I start to think that this one might actually care about me as a person. And then he asks me on a date.
I tell him how much I enjoy his company, how much I value his friendship. I tell him that I really want to be his friend and to continue hanging out with him and talking about our favorite books or exploring new restaurants or making fun of avant-garde theatre productions. But he rejects me. He doesn’t answer my calls or e-mails; if we’d been making plans to do something before this fateful incident, these plans mysteriously fail to materialize. (This is why I never did get around to seeing the Hunger Games movie. Not to name any names, but thanks a lot, Tom.) Later, when I run into him at social events, our conversations are awkward and lukewarm. This is because the moment we met, he put me in the girlfriend-zone, and now he can’t see me as friend material.
I must say that I find this really unfair. I mean, I’m a nice girl. I have a lot to offer as a friend, like not being a douchebag and stuff. But males just don’t want to be friends with nice girls like me. They can’t help it, I guess; it’s just how they’re wired, biologically. Evolution conditioned our male hominid ancestors to seek nice girls as mates and form friendship bonds only with the other dudes that they hunted mammoths with. It’s true—I know this because I studied hominids in my fifth-grade science class.
So what’s the answer? Should I take up mammoth-hunting in an attempt to appeal to the friendship centers of men’s primal lizardbrains? Should I keep making guy “friends” and then prevent them from making a move on me by subtly undermining their self-confidence? Should I just give up on those manipulative, game-playing, two-faced bastards once and for all? I don’t know. I mean, I’d really like to have a true friendship with a guy someday, but it’s so hard to trust and respect them when they never say what they mean—and you never know when you might be relegated to the girlfriend-zone.
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“Agree to disagree” is white guy speak for “I understand you have an opinion but unfortunately, me.”
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- love yourself like kanye loves himself
- believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself
- know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit
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