1. "You know what else it costs to write about and talk about consent? I’m going to be super real with y’all. It has cost me the vast majority of my relationships with men. Not all at once, but eventually, over time, one by one. It was one sexist joke too many, it was one boundary-crossing-creep-defender over the line. It was the constant microaggressions or the combination of being privileged and defensive about it and unable or unwilling to do any better. Most grew weary of arguing about feminist issues, or about the fact that I wouldn’t let them just win those arguments, even though they usually had no idea what they were talking about. They couldn’t deal with the fact that I won’t allow anyone to say disparaging shit to and about me and mine. Or they won’t or can’t do better after I explain how to do better many many times and finally I have to peace out on them for my own safety. I have at present a tiny handful of guy friends. One I get into arguments with nearly every time we talk. I fear that relationship may go the way of most of my past relationships with subtly sexist men—away, that is to say. Which is really too fucking bad. Because the truth is, I don’t hate men—I hate male privilege. I really like men, shit, I love them actually, some of them. I miss having men friends, but not enough to let the mild misogyny slide. I have got to take care of me and mine. That’s where we clash, because I refuse to just smooth things over, to just let things go. They’re accustomed to deference and I’ve taught myself to drop that habit as best I can."
     
  2. prokopetz:

    nethilia:

    murdorito:

    ankankimatank:

    dollymacabre:

    mszombi:

    fleurdulys:

    The Irritating Gentleman - Berthold Woltze

    1874

    I know that feel, Painting Lady. 

    My bus ride to and from work every day.

    They never published the second picture, which was the one where she backhanded him in the fucking face for getting all up in her shit.

    Oh great, good to know this has been a problem for HUNDREDS OF YEARS CAN WE PLEASE STOP DOING THIS ALREADY JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE

    Everyone is overlooking something very significant in this picture, that I saw in two seconds, that adds a layer of super slime to his whole awful attitude. “The Irritating Gentleman” is a politeness.

    She’s wearing all black in 1874. Black gloves, hat, cloak, and dress. In public. The whole nine yards. That’s not a fashion choice or a gothic thing. Back then when people wore all black like that, they were in mourning for someone who died. No one did mourning like the Victorians, that shit was an art form to them.

    Someone in her family has died—she could even be a young widow. No one’s accompanying her either. With the carpet bag? She’s traveling alone while still in deep mourning. Look at the closeup. She’s got tears in her eyes. She is upset, devastated in a way that one is only when someone has died. And the guy’s still bothering her, like her problems are flippant bullshit and she needs to just smile or pay attention to him because ladies are supposed to be pleasing for men no matter what shit they’re going through. That’s not a look of “what an ass.” That’s a look of devastation that even in her pain, she’s expected to give people like him focus. She’s not mad. She’s hurt. And to add insult to injury? Everyone would be able to tell. It was a clear sign and still is in ways that someone is mourning, to dress in black crepe like that. He would know why she’s wearing all black, and he’s still demanding her attention.

    What an insufferable dick.

    At least I’m not the only one who saw this.

    He’s even got pretentious facial hair and an ugly, ill-fitting hat. I guess the warning markings don’t change as much as you’d think.

    (via angelica-aswald)

     
  3. gill-smash:

    somethinqueer:

    theracismrepellent:

    princessandtheprep:

    This is one of the most insulting things that I have every seen, it makes me so mad I actually want to cry. I can’t believe magazines think that they can just dipped a woman in brown paint, give her clothes from my culture to put on and have the audacity to call her an “African Queen”. Growing up I heard so may jokes about Africans and saw the negative stereotypes portrayed by the media that tried to make me feel bad about where I come from. Yet Ive noticed when fashion magazine want to do spreads portraying poise and exoticness they often turn to Africa ( proving time and again that Africa is more than the negative images you see in the media)  but this time, to try and take parts of my beautiful culture and have a white women play the role just proves that beauty cannot be seen in our countries/cultures unless it is represented by White people. 

    Stop white people once and for all

    ~Tae

    "classy" blackface is still offensive and harmful blackface

    This isn’t new. I did an article junior year about a white model doing blackface.

    WHAT. THE. FUCK.

    (via angelica-aswald)

     
  4. Dorothy Dandridge being adorable in the soundie Zoot Suit, c. 1942 [x]

    (Source: harrybelafontes, via reverseracism)

     
  5. tamorapierce:

    chewiesmiles:

    via Mike Brown: Facts and dog whistles by Jonathan Korman (@miniver)

    Part I here

    I don’t care if he was smoking a doobie a mile long, it wasn’t a shooting offense.  Stealing cigars, if true, wasn’t a shooting offense.  He could have been letting air out of the tires of the chief’s fucking tires and it still wouldn’t be a shooting offense, you know why?  THERE IS NO CRIME IN THIS COUNTRY THAT IS A SHOOTING OFFENSE.  Even if he’d been jailed, arraigned, gone through all the procedures of court for felony murder in a death penalty state, been found guilty and exhausted all of his appeals, no one could shoot him.  As it was, he was walking down the street.

    Walking.  Because that’s what dangerous guilty horrible criminal persons do in this country, friends and neighbors, they walk down the street, ignoring the police officer in such a perverse, vicious, and heinous manner that the police officer, protecting and serving his tightly gripped ass off, shoots him.  Multiple times.  Because everyone knows the white policeman would never just plain haul off and shoot an innocent man in these United Racist States.

    I hate this.  There will never be justice here.  Never.

     
  6. I love my skin!

    (Source: arthaemisia, via reverseracism)

     

  7. tamorapierce:

    geminiio:

    i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened.

    I…

     

  8. a-creepy-weirdo-has:

    bitcheslovemyjingleballs:

    a-creepy-weirdo-has:

    what do birds do 

    image

    I apologise for my ignorance, birds are important

    (via angelica-aswald)

     

  9. It really frustrates me when I see Fifty Shades of Grey in like the popular spots in bookstores

    nox-the-mockingjay-out-and:

    raisingriptide:

    image

    This is the BEST post ever

    (via angelica-aswald)

     

  10. 4oq:

    true friendship is talking about masturbating and it not being weird 

    (via superkawaiinekohimesama)

     

  11. aitaikimochi:

    The Story of the Samezuka Bug Catching Event

    Notes: this is probably my favorite track (and the sourin is so strong
    lol)

    ~~~

    *door opens*
    Sousuke: Oh? Welcome back, Rin.
    Rin: Hey Sousuke. Oh, what’cha up to? Summer vacation homework?
    Sousuke: Yeah…Hey Rin, can you help me with English?
    Rin: Nuh-uh~ It doesn’t make sense for me to do it for you.
    Sousuke: C’mon, besides… you taught me last time!
    Rin: Ugh…okay fine. Just a little bit.
    Sousuke: *laughs* You’re really helping me out!
    Rin: Yeah yeah…
    Sousuke: In other news, wasn’t it hot today? My throat is burning like mad.
    Rin: That’s right, me too.
    Sousuke: Well then…how about the loser has to buy the winner juice?
    Rin: You’re ON!
    Both: JAN KEN…
    Rin: AW YEAH I WIN!
    Sousuke: Damn…
    Rin: So about that juice…any kind is fine.
    Sousuke: Okay…I’ll go to the vending machine to get it.

    ~~~

    Momo: I’m back! Pyunsuke~~~ Were you lonely when I wasn’t here, Pyunsuke? 
    Nitori: Momo-kun, I don’t think stag beetles get lonely…
    Momo: Noooo Pyunsuke…
    Nitori: Momo-kun, don’t just be worrying about stag beetles. Don’t you have other things to do? 
    Momo: Pyunsuke~~ you were crawling around today huh…that’s so cool!
    Nitori: He’s totally ignoring me…I guess I’ll do my homework. Hmm…well then, now where is my English homework? Should be around here somewhere… AH!! Momo-kun watch out!
    Momo: Ahhhhh!!!!!
    Nitori: Momo-kun are you okay!
    Momo: I’m fine! Pyunsuke should also be okay…WAIT WHERE IS PYUNSUKE?
    Nitori: Oh man he’s flying somewhere!
    Momo: Pyunsukeeee where are you going!!?!?

    ~~~

    Rin: It’s so damn noisy, who the hell is running? Oh shit, I totally forgot to tell Momo and Ai’s training menu for tomorrow… I wonder if they’re in their room… *knock knock* Ai, Momo? Are they not here? All right I’m coming in…what the…IT IS SO MESSY IN HERE. IN FACT, IT IS WAY TOO MESSY. I told them so many times to clean up! Where the hell did they go?

    ~~~

    Sousuke: Hmm…I guess I’ll get cola for myself, but I wonder what Rin wants…He did say he didn’t care, but that just makes it harder for me to decide!
    Ai: *gasping* Momo-kun wait up! You’re too fast!
    Momo: What are you talking about, Nitori-senpai? If we don’t hurry Pyunsuke will fly out of the dorm!
    Ai: I know!! Oh? Yamazaki-senpai! You did well today!
    Momo: Good job today! I recommend the top right drink!
    Sousuke: Ah? Yeah…
    Momo: Pyunsuke~~ where are you going?
    Ai: Momo-kun wait uppppp!!!
    Sousuke: What the heck are those two doing?
    *running*
    Rin: Hey Sousukeee! Did you see Ai and Momo come by here?
    Sousuke: Ah yeah, the two of them ran over there!
    Rin: Thank you!
    Sousuke: Wait Rin! What about your juice? Which one do you want?
    Rin: I don’t really care! Just get me the top right one!
    Sousuke: The top right one? Hm….? Okay then…

    ~~~

    Ai & Momo: *gasps*
    Ai: Pyunsuke~ where are you? Momo-kun look! That stag beetle on that tree might be Pyunsuke!
    Momo: That brilliant form…it DEFINITELY is Pyunsuke!
    Nitori & Momo: Ahhhh!!
    Rin: I FOUND YOU GUYS!
    Ai: Rin-senpai…
    Rin: Oi…..Ai!
    Ai: YES!
    Momo: Nitori-senpai!
    Ai: Momo-kun, leave this here to me. You need to go! I’m begging you!
    Momo: Nitori-senpai!!!!!! I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU SENPAI!
    Rin: Ai! What the hell is wrong with your room?
    Ai: I’m sorry, I got caught up with practice and was definitely going to clean up but I uh…
    Rin: WHY YOU!!!!!!
    Ai: AHHH!!!
    Rin: Just by looking at your room I can tell what’s really in your heart. Clean up that shit before practice tomorrow otherwise I AM THROWING EVERYTHING AWAY.
    Ai: OKAY! I’M SORRY! *runs away*
    Momo: Pyunsuke!! Ah there he is!
    Rin: HEY MOMO!
    Momo: Guhh, Rin-senpai!
    Rin: GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM. WHY THE HELL IS IT SO DIRTY?
    Momo: Ahhhh…before that, please hear me out…
    Rin: AHHHHH!!!!!
    Momo: *crying* Ahhh Pyunsuke is heading towards Rin-senpai! Please grab it, Rin-senpai!
    Rin: What? *Pyunsuke flies into Rin* GAHH OUCH! What the????? The stag beetles—!!!
    Momo: Rin-senpai, that’s amazing! You’re definitely important to these stag beetles~ There are so many! Yahooooo!
    Rin: Don’t pull my chest! I’m getting bitten by these stag beetles!
    Momo: Rin-senpai, I’m going to keep all of these!
    Rin: I don’t care! This hurts! Oww!
    Momo: Rin-senpai, give me at least 10!
    Rin: Stop this right now!

    ~~~

    *opens door*
    Rin: That was such a pain.
    Sousuke: Welcome back!
    Rin: Yeah, I’m back…Man, all that running really got me thirsty.
    Sousuke: Then drink this. ‘Savor the feelings of stag beetles, a thick and fine sugar honey drink’ By Second Gold Sweets
    Rin: Uhhh……
    Sousuke: What’s wrong?
    Rin: You too?? ‘Savor the feelings of stag beetles, a thick and fine sugar honey drink’ By Second Gold Sweets” WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? This is not a drink that humans should be drinking! Why don’t YOU try drinking this?
    Sousuke: Not gonna happen. You were the one who chose it after all…’Give me whatever is on the top right.’
    Rin: Why didn’t you think about it a bit more? Isn’t it weird?
    Sousuke: Rin *pats* try to remember when we also used to catch stag beetles.
    Rin: I’m going to punch you!
    Sousuke: Now that’s not fair.

    ~~~

    Nitori: Rin-senpai!
    Momo: Yamazaki-senpai!
    Nitori & Momo: Good morning!
    Nitori: Rin-senpai, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good…
    Rin: It’s just some heartburn, don’t worry about it…
    Sousuke: In either case, you did pretty well…
    Rin: YOU should try drinking this next time and ‘taste the feelings of stag beetles.’
    Sousuke: Well, I think I’ll pass…

    THIS IS SO CUTE DOTING BOYFRIEND SOUSUKE IS SO ADORABLE AND MOMO AND NITORI AND AHHH! also, the audio cuts off at the end, so if anyone has the full version of this track, please let me know!

     
  12. mysoulhasgrowndeep-liketherivers:

    artofabrooklynboy:

    GODDAMN IT TUMBLR, CAN YOU AT LEAST GIVE US THEIR NAMES?!?!?

    1. Ching Shih was a prominent pirate in middle Qing China, who terrorized the China Sea in the early 19th century. She commanded over 300 junks manned by 20,000 to 40,000 pirates[2] another estimate has Cheng’s fleet at 1800 and crew at about 80,000[3][4]— men, women, and even children. She challenged the empires of the time, such as the British, Portuguese and the Qing dynasty. Undefeated, she would become one of China and Asia’s strongest pirates, and one of world history’s most powerful pirates. She was also one of the few pirate captains to retire from piracy.
    2. Nancy Wake (one of the few white women on this list; of course you put her name on the graphic…)
    3. Lyudmila Pavlichenko
    4. Rukhsana Kausar
    5. The Gulabi gang (gulabi is Hindi for “pink”) was founded by Sampat Pal Devi, a mother of five and former government health worker (as well as a former child bride), as a response to widespread domestic abuse and other violence against women.[3]Gulabis visit abusive husbands and threaten to beat them with laathis (sticks) unless they stop abusing their wives. Al Jazeera reports there are 400,000 members across Northern India.
    6. Neejra Bhanot was just 22 when terrorists from the Abu Nidal Organization hijacked Pan Am Flight 73, where she was the senior flight purser. After 17 hours (and yes, hiding American passports to protect those passengers), when the hijackers opened fire and set off explosives, Bhanot opened the emergency door and helped a number of passengers escape. She could have been the first to jump out when she opened the door but she decided not and was shot while shielding three children from a hail of bullets. Bhanot was recognized internationally as “the heroine of the hijack” and is the youngest recipient of the Ashok Chakra Award, India’s most prestigious gallantry award for bravery during peace time.
    7. Zainab Bibi, 42, allegedly told authorities she killed her husband Ahmad Abbas because he tried to sexually assault her 17-year-old daughter from another marriage.
    8. In September 2006, Susan Kuhnhausen found an intruder in her southeast Portland, OR home. “I saw a man step out of the shadows and he began to hit me in the head and the face with a hammer,” said Kuhnhausen. “I got the hammer and started hitting him with the hammer several times. My father, the carpenter, always taught me a hammer could be used for self defense — the claw end would work the best,” said Kuhnhausen. Kuhnhausen’s husband, Michael, had hired Ed Haffey to kill his wife.
    9. Seriously, fuck this one. The photo is of Parinya Chareonphol or Nong Thoom who is a kathoey, which many Thai believe to be a third gender (as opposed to the Western idea of ‘transgender’.) After a short time as a Buddhist monk, she took up Muy Thai kickboxing to support her parents and make enough money to pay for her sex-reassignment surgery, and basically kicked ass at it for several years. She was not “constantly made fun of before fights;” the Muy Thai community embraced her and her presence greatly revitalized both media and public interest in the sport, as shown by increased ticket sales and stadium revenue. The movie Beautiful Boxer was made about her, and she has recently acted in Mercury Man as well as continuing to kickbox. So yeah, fuck this one hard.
    10. Juliane Diller née Koepcke was the only survivor of the LANSA Flight 508 crash in 1971. Despite sustaining a broken collar bone, a deep gash to her right arm, a concussion and an eye injury in the fall, she was able to trek through the dense Amazon jungle for 10 days, until she was rescued by local lumbermen, who subsequently took her by canoe back to civilization. It was later discovered that as many as 14 other passengers also survived the initial fall from the disintegrated plane but were unable to seek help and died while awaiting rescue.

    Seriously, guys, this took me like 20 minutes using Google and Wikipedia. These women are real people with real names and real stories. Please don’t reduce them to a picture (most of which came from Wikipedia in the first place oh my god i know you were there) and an “uplifting” story.

    Look at these kickass women, and remember their names!!

    They are so damn raw

    (Source: mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, via misandry-mermaid)

     

  13. "WHY CAN’T FAT PEOPLE JUST STOP BEING FAT"
    — My cousin the nurse
     
  14. vi9:

    slaughterhouse-ninetwofive:

    albinwonderland:

    ediebrit:

    oh my fucking god

    huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

    shots. fucking. fired.

    No…no… Comedy central unfortunately hit the nail on the year and just ouch

    (Source: teresagudice, via curlycurvynotquitestraight)

     
     
  15. shantellmartin:

    Studio visit with UO. photos by Marisa Chavetz. Check out interview HERE.

    (via pandorem)