Raise your hand if this sounds familiar: for whatever reason, someone is coming to your house. And you’re in a complete panic, frantically cleaning whatever you can get to as quickly as you can, just so the house will be “company ready” for your guests.
Here’s a serious question, though: why do…
I made this petition to legally recognize non-binary genders
Amen. SIGNAL BOOST.
BOOSTIN’
SIGNING AND BOOSTING, both are important!!!
ok seriously if you were one of those people making a huge deal about a nonbinary option in pokemon (esp. if you are binary/cis) PLEASE PLEASE SIGN AND REBLOG THIS IT IS ACTUALLY A BIG DEAL FOR US PLEASE
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.
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I love the way (good) sewing books talk about body types. It’s so practical. It’s not like this is the bad body and this is the good body. It’s just, look, the geometry’s different, that’s life, there are always ways to adapt to it. You can’t stand there telling a person that they need to change their body to fit your needs. Just learn to sew darts.
The most common form of resistance available to slaves was what is known as “day-to-day” resistance, or small acts of rebellion. This form of resistance included sabotage, such as breaking tools or setting fire to buildings. Striking out at a slave owner’s property was a way to strike at the man himself, albeit indirectly.
Other methods of day-to-day resistance were feigning illness, playing dumb, or slowing down work. Both men and women faked being ill to gain relief from their harsh working conditions. Women may have been able to feign illness more easily—they were expected to provide their owners with children, and at least some owners would have wanted to protect the childbearing capacity of their female slaves. Slaves could also play on their masters’ and mistresses’ prejudices by seeming to not understand instructions. When possible, slaves could also decrease their pace of work.
…….Ever wondered where those stereotypes of black being lazy, criminals, and stupid came from. We never accepted slavery and practiced resistance on the regular fooling the white man but because they knew no better they figured our forms of resistance was what made us inferior which they used against us to justify slavery.
Weekly challenge: 2/24-3/2
This week’s challenge:
Every time you leave a room, take something with you that doesn’t belong there, and put it back where it’s supposed to be. (This includes garbage.) If you’re in the advanced class and nothing needs to leave the room, then do one thing to improve the room each time you’re in it.
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
Liquid is the classical state of matter with a definite volume but no fixed shape.
cats are liquid
How the fuck do cats work.
Falling from Buttersafe
You’ll have a better time falling anyways.
This reminded me so much of creeps on okcupid who refuse to take “not interested” as an answer.
—Hey, you can’t make your own decisions! You are obligated to do what a perfect stranger wants because…what if!? My desires are clearly right and you just need to do what I say even if it conflicts with what you think you want. You clearly do not know what is best for yourself!—
Yeah, try to manipulate me into trusting you. Nothing gets me hotter. Oh baby.
