theyve started selling lucky charms at tescos and ive never had any american cereal before and it has little tiny marshmallows in it and im haivng heart palpitations this is so sugary my body isnt used to this ive been living off cornflaeks for the last 16 years why are there marshmallows in my cereal who came up with this idea i feel like a bag of sugar just jizzed in my veins there are sweets in my fucking cereal is that even legal im so confused
i have a guy friend that says “damn i wanna buy you a house” every time i dress up or put in effort in the way i look and even though i don’t have feelings for him or anything it still always makes me blush and feel really good about things because thats probably the cutest way anyone has ever implied that they wanted to fuck me.
Nelson Mandela was once called a terrorist for fighting oppression by both the US and UK. Don’t forget that as these fuckers Obama and Cameron get in front of cameras and pretend to respect him while going against everything he stood for. Don’t forget that Mandela stood in solidarity with Arafat and Castro and every other 3rd world leader that was ostracized and made to look crazy for the needs of western imperialism.
Reminder that while the concept of virginity is technically a social construct, your sexual debut is still allowed to be special to you, and you are still allowed to wait and want to make it meaningful, and your self-perception is still allowed to change after you have sex. Just as long as you’re doing these things for yourself, and not because someone told you that you should.
Seriously tho. Why *should* she be asked to smile?
Asking a woman to smile is to make her more approachable. It’s to make you feel more comfortable - not her. I, personally, have zero fucks to give about being approachable to strange men on the street. Women are not here to entertain and please random folks.
Asking me to smile is akin to asking me to jump. Um. For what?
There’s this weird responsibility placed on women to be happy and lady-like and pleasant all of the time. It rids us of being able to express our own range of human emotions.
No one is asking for men and women to not interact with each other. That’s silly. This project is asking for women to be interacted with as if they have agency over their own bodies.
Creator of the Stop Telling Women To Smile project responded to a person who thinks women not smiling on demand is proof of the end of the world and division among men and women. (Seriously? WTF.)
Funny…I told my best friend about that person’s comment and she said it is the end of the world and division…for that person. A world shaped by the status quo is a world being shaken by the resistance to this status quo. The amount of hatred and bile I’ve faced since I started speaking out about street harassment has been interesting in that some men genuinely process harming women as necessary to their masculinity and thereby their identity. They think critique and rejection of street harassment is an attack on their identity, which is frightening…
"Asking me to smile is akin to asking me to jump. Um. For what?"
I grew up with a copy of Reviving Ophelia, a collection of a psychiatrist’s teen-girls’ cases as they get brought in for failing adolescent-parent relationships, drug use, sexual abuse, etc. On the back cover, there was a quote from one of the girls: “Whenever I’m having a bad day, teachers always tell me to smile. I’ve never heard them say that to a guy.”
This took me years and years to understand, and I didn’t get it until college: females are taught that being upset or angry in public is not an option. No matter our age or occupation, we are always expected to be positive, enthusiastic, ready to help anybody who needs it, and react calmly to all the negative energy we get from unruly clients, customers, co-workers, etc. We are not allowed to frown, shout, or remain with a neutral expression for too long when in public. "Smile, get over it, make the customer feel welcome." Because heaven forbid that women be allowed to let their neutrality, seriousness, or “bad” moments show. Heaven forbid that they be allowed to experience a full range of human emotions regardless of whether they’re in public or not.
“It’s amazing that in 1969 we as a society managed to put a man on the moon and yet we still can’t get a wheelchair user from one railway station to another nearly 50 years later. You have to come to the conclusion that it is a lack of will to create a more accessible world, not lack of technology or design skills.”—Tony Heaton, English sculptor and wheelchair user. (via indizombie)
“and what happened
when you left
all the water started to weep.
the lands ate our feet.
africa had to keep
sky from jumping into her lap from grief.
when you left.
we got out the pots.
and put our laughter into our teeth.
prepared meals. so we could release you.
let you go.
we ground the seed.
blew the spice.
you into being gone. we ate flowers and sniffed cinnamon sticks to perfume your leaving our bodies.
devour your body.
smile while they plucked your eyes into
their pockets for later.
the time when they will make your name. a war against us.
what happened when you
broke. and knelled over in pain. and sang. and threw ourselves against the walls, and hid, and opened, and tossed ourselves into work, and danced, and shrank, and closed, and ate, and bled, and held on, and ignored, and accepted, and lied, and created, and drank, and drugged, and loved something/someone/somewhere/ourselves fiercer, and rejected, and swam, and yearned, and distanced, and clawed, and touched, and some of us will disown you because you hurt too much. some of us will have to say your name for a year before we are able to sleep.
when you left madiba
the same thing that happened
when you came.
you lit life on fire.
so rest beloved
rest in ease.
we will continue to make the soft fire from our skin.
you showed us how.”—what is left (the day after you have gone), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)