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I am a feminist because when I tell people I am an actress, they ask if I’ve slept with directors, because it is so inconceivable to them that as a woman I should receive a part based on my talent and not how good I am in bed.

I am a feminist because the boys that I live with think it is okay to tell me to wear a thong because my panty line makes them uncomfortable.
The day I dress for a man is the day I’m dressed for Heaven.

I am a feminist because when I wore a backless dress on New Year’s Eve, a man told me that it meant that I was “asking for it”, and the way he said it I knew he accepted it as a fact. I gave him the middle finger and glared at any man who leered at me that night.

I am a feminist because since the age of 12 I have been told that a boy’s education is more important than my own, through the classes missed because my shoulders are showing and my shorts length is distracting the boys.

I am a feminist because when I walk across campus, passing a group of boys 12 feet from my residence fills me with such terror that my feet speed up and tears burn at the corners of my eyes.

I am a feminist because the first thing I do when I see a man on the street is think of all possible escape routes and take an inventory of what I can use as a weapon.

I am a feminist because seeing a man stare at me through the bus window fills me with dread, not only from a fear of being attacked but because I know I will be told it was my fault for taking the bus alone.

I am a feminist because statistics say 1 in 5 woman are victims of sexual assault, and that means that at least one of my baby cousins, at least one of my best friends, will be or has been assaulted and that thought makes me physically ill.

I am a feminist because people still think it’s okay to ignore the problem, because the first response when I bring up the issue is “not all men”. No, not all men, but enough men that I can’t walk home alone. Every man I see is innocent or a potential rapist, and there is no in between.

I am a feminist because girls are still taught that if they don’t take protective measures, the rape is their fault, and boys are never taught that just because she is a woman, does not mean she is theirs to touch.

I am a feminist because feminism is about fighting for gender equality, for making the streets a safer place to be alone, for making the issue one that is discussed openly without anger.

I am a feminist, and if you have a problem with that, you can go home alone tonight.

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For The Boys Who Won’t Date Feminists, M.M.A. (via pagelan)

(Source: osnesqueen, via hottallandginger)

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The only person you can legally hit in the United States is a child.

Hit your partner, and you’ll be arrested for domestic violence. Hit another adult, and you’ll be arrested for assault. But hit a 4-year-old, and you can call yourself a “loving father”. That’s completely screwed up.

It should be against the law for a fully grown adult to slap, hit, spank, punch, switch, whoop, whip, paddle, kick or belt a defenseless child in the name of discipline. But it is legal, and new research in the Journal of Family Psychology suggests that the average 4-year-old is hit 936 times a year.

If study after study conclusively proves that hitting your kids doesn’t work as a disciplinary method, and worse, it has long-term damaging impact to their psychology and makes your kids more aggressive, why do we as a society allow it?

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Mel Robbins, "Spanking Isn’t Parenting; It’s Child Abuse" (via holygoddamnshitballs)

(via fallingivy)

wakethosewhoslumber:

blua:

this is why she is the queen of genovia

this is why she is the queen of genovia

(via hottallandginger)

This is totally the same lines as that one episode in iCarly.

Freddie: I’m totally going to be Carly’s second husband?

Carly: what happened to my first husband?

Freddie /shifty eyes/ nothing you can prove.

(Source: icarlywolf, via werewolf-queen)

http://fallingivy.tumblr.com/post/100367967839/swyrs-theres-a-photo-going-around-of-emma

swyrs:

there’s a “photo” going around of Emma Watson wearing a dress that is see-through at the top, showing her breasts, and because apparently literally nobody fact-checks or uses google, people are taking it for granted that it’s real and reblogging it.

i get that the way it’s being…

asynca:


Min Lee is a workaholic who can’t say no. She substitutes sleep with Red Bull and, through a combination of repression and bad habits, has managed to score herself a luxury apartment, a fabulous boyfriend and the approval of her billionaire CEO. Things are looking pretty awesome… well, apart from those body image issues that constantly plague her. But Min thinks she’s got everything worked out. She’s arranged her comfort zone and has zero desire to look outside of it… or, so she tells herself. It’s not until a troubled schoolgirl tracks her down from the Internet, stalks her to her home and noses her way into life that Min begins to admit that something is wrong in her perfect world. Something that she’s never thought about before, and doesn’t even want to think about. Something that has the power to ruin all her relationships and dismantle everything in her life she’s worked so very hard for. What if ‘she’ isn’t the right word for Min at all?

Under My Skin is a story exploring one person’s struggle with their gender, their sexuality and their battle to break from from expectation and live authentically. 
AND NOW YOU CAN BUY IT ON AMAZON AND SMASHWORDS!
I’m a self-publisher, and even though I had a whole stack of very generous people assisting me with the costs of publishing, I’m still $800 out of pocket. It would be fantastic if I could make writing diverse stories more than just a hobby - and so I need your help!
If you would like to support me but can’t afford to buy the book - please share this information. If you read the story as a web series and liked it, review it at Amazon.com, too! Spread the word amongst your friends and family and networks in case there’s anyone else who might enjoy it.
You can also follow my writing blog at aedooland.com.

asynca:

Min Lee is a workaholic who can’t say no. She substitutes sleep with Red Bull and, through a combination of repression and bad habits, has managed to score herself a luxury apartment, a fabulous boyfriend and the approval of her billionaire CEO. Things are looking pretty awesome… well, apart from those body image issues that constantly plague her. 
But Min thinks she’s got everything worked out. She’s arranged her comfort zone and has zero desire to look outside of it… or, so she tells herself. 
It’s not until a troubled schoolgirl tracks her down from the Internet, stalks her to her home and noses her way into life that Min begins to admit that something is wrong in her perfect world. Something that she’s never thought about before, and doesn’t even want to think about. Something that has the power to ruin all her relationships and dismantle everything in her life she’s worked so very hard for. 
What if ‘she’ isn’t the right word for Min at all?

Under My Skin is a story exploring one person’s struggle with their gender, their sexuality and their battle to break from from expectation and live authentically. 

AND NOW YOU CAN BUY IT ON AMAZON AND SMASHWORDS!

I’m a self-publisher, and even though I had a whole stack of very generous people assisting me with the costs of publishing, I’m still $800 out of pocket. It would be fantastic if I could make writing diverse stories more than just a hobby - and so I need your help!

If you would like to support me but can’t afford to buy the book - please share this information. If you read the story as a web series and liked it, review it at Amazon.com, too! Spread the word amongst your friends and family and networks in case there’s anyone else who might enjoy it.

You can also follow my writing blog at aedooland.com.

(via asynca)

nottherealsneek:

afloydianslip:

afriet:

John F. Kennedy on civil rights

And people wonder why he was shot. Over 50 years later and he’s still ahead of his time.

An amazing person RIP

(via empresskris)

"[I]t is actually more expensive to be poor than not poor. If you can’t afford the first month’s rent and security deposit you need in order to rent an apartment, you may get stuck in an overpriced residential motel. If you don’t have a kitchen or even a refrigerator and microwave, you will find yourself falling back on convenience store food, which—in addition to its nutritional deficits—is also alarmingly overpriced. If you need a loan, as most poor people eventually do, you will end up paying an interest rate many times more than what a more affluent borrower would be charged. To be poor—especially with children to support and care for—is a perpetual high-wire act."

It Is Expensive to Be Poor | The Atlantic  (via america-wakiewakie)

Reblog this forever. I’ll never forget how many of my students in the school I worked in with a 100% free and reduced lunch rate lived in residential motels and how many of them relied on the school to get breakfast and lunch and how often those were their only meals for the day.

Or how my friends who have older cars have to spend so much money repairing them but an older car was all they could afford in the first place.

And how you literally have no safety net because if you already fixed one thing on your car and something else goes a week later, you’ve already spent the little bit of buffer you saved up.

(via raindropprincess)

“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”

(via moniquill)

(via asynca)

Story I did a while back…oops

Basically bubbline fluff

Just realized autocorrect made me write whole instead of while… Fixed now. P.s: if anyone wants this comic mailed to them let me know. All you have to do is pay for the postage (probably like 50 cents if in Canada, anywhere else I would have to check.)

"Other people are not medicine."

It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via sunsetkawaii)

(Source: slutsandsinners, via whoiselizabethchilds)