Coconut yoghurt, sliced apple, and crushed almonds :) #vegan

Coconut yoghurt, sliced apple, and crushed almonds :) #vegan

Okay, guy, so why do you feel like you want/need/deserve to settle down with a “pure” woman? I’m genuinely listening. “Oh, it’s because sluts are gross.” Too vague. Do better. “Well, their vaginas are real stretched out and big.” No. “Ummmmm, they probably have a bunch of diseases?” Easy fix! Setting aside the fact that plenty of women contract STIs from monogamous partners or during “safe sex,” it sounds like your real problem here is with illness, not sex. So I assume you’d be fine dating a promiscuous woman who practiced safe sex and happened to be STI-free? “No, because I want a girl who’s traditional and family-oriented.” Having sex doesn’t mean you don’t want to have a family. It just means that you want to have sex. “Yeah, but a slut is more likely to cheat on me.” Really? Then why do couples in the Bible Belt have such a high divorce rate? “The devil, I guess?” NOPE. “I just can’t stand the thought of her getting fucked by all those other guys.” So you’re about to have sex with a woman you’re attracted to, you really want to have sex with her, but all you can think about is her getting pounded by tons and tons of dicks? That sounds like an entirely different issue. “No! I just mean that I struggle with the same powerlessness and insecurity that all human beings do, so as a coping mechanism I take advantage of our culture’s patriarchal power structure and exorcize my feelings of worthlessness by perpetuating shame-based proprietary attitudes over women’s bodies. Basically I’m obsessed with controlling women’s lives because I can’t control my own.” Oh, honey. I know.

distopi-4:

es una de las pocas imágenes que jamás me van a aburrir

distopi-4:

es una de las pocas imágenes que jamás me van a aburrir

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the baby I’m looking after kept crying for her mother but as soon as I started singing she stopped and eventually fell asleep

I’m so clever

One day may I have a baby this beautiful

One day may I have a baby this beautiful

Almond butter, beetroot chips and nutritional yeast on Turkish bread. I don’t know what I have to do to convince people of the deliciousness of this combination. #vegan

Almond butter, beetroot chips and nutritional yeast on Turkish bread. I don’t know what I have to do to convince people of the deliciousness of this combination. #vegan

watching isabel allende interviews in spanish is a very effective way of studying for my spanish listening test, yes? yes

I don’t have anything to say about this selfie except it was taken last weekend before the Midnight in Manhattan Ball and if I could I would totally live that night again and again and again 

I don’t have anything to say about this selfie except it was taken last weekend before the Midnight in Manhattan Ball and if I could I would totally live that night again and again and again 

I am excited. Today I just have to get through four hours worth of tutorials and a Spanish test, then I’m off to Bowral for the weekend! 

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

craplos:

ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.

My law student friend is very upset because her law student boyfriend got the only HD on an assignment in the whole unit and she doesn’t know what she got yet but the fact that it isn’t a HD is enough

I feel like I was productive today but I really wasn’t all I did was:

  • get an email saying that I might have a writing job lined up, which isn’t really doing anything
  • reply to said email 
  • finish writing/editing a small piece
  • submitted small piece to the arts journal 
  • did my washing
  • bought orange chocolate, a pink toothbrush, and a crossword puzzle book 

Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.

When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.

It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

(via forgetwhoweare)

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