Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
HEY U GUYS WANNA KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ME/A GIRL & DO THINGS LIKE TAKE PUBLIC TRANSIT??? well watch this and see what happened to me on the bus today (movie thrills await!!)
UghhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhh the worst kind of bus ride
This practically gave me a panic attack just watching. I don’t take transit for this reason, and I still get shit like this just walking down the street. Thank you for recording this. I can’t even move in situations like this.
THIS IS WHY I DON’T RIDE THE BUS ALONE. it’s terrifying to me. i hate talking to strangers it’s so awful. and i feel bad not being able to go anywhere by myself, but i’d rather annoy a couple of my friends than brave this alone.
THIS. fuck it is so goddamn terrifying especially when you’re being outnumbered. sometimes you just have to take transportation alone and when it happens, this is pretty much the gist of it. so don’t EVER tell us we’re overreacting.
Made it a minute, had to stop. I don’t leave my apartment without headphones for this very reason. It just happens with too much regularity.
Rape culture.
Dear creepy patron,
No, I will not smile because you told me to.
P.S. Brush your teeth. Or go to AA. Or both. Both is good.
I’m currently at the tail end of a (now very public) nervous breakdown. Oscillating between emotionally checked out and crying nonstop, and desperately trying to graduate on time. So apologies to anyone I seem to be ignoring.
A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.
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I’m just frozen. Absences of women in history don’t “just happen,” they are made. (via queereyes-queerminds) ^could not cosign that thought harder as an historian (via fauxmosexualtranstrender) reblogged this before, would reblog again (via emilyafter) |
When I was in high school, I kept journals. They were a combination of the typical diary stuff, stories I was writing, poems, drawings, etc. I collected quotes, trivia, etc., as well. For those of you who ever read The Series of Unfortunate Events, this was my commonplace book. Everything was in it. And then I lost it.
I realized it pretty much right away. I was running late to school; I sat down in first period and realized something was missing. I had been carrying a bunch of books in my arms, and I thought my journal had been on top. I panicked, thinking I dropped it in the hall. I asked to go to the bathroom (as if I could ever bring myself to use gendered high school bathrooms, but that’s a separate issue) and looked in the halls. It wasn’t there. I panicked, but convinced myself that I must have left it at home. I’ve never been particularly organized, so this was a distinct possibility. I went through the day, a sense of dread consuming me. After school I ran into my house, searched everywhere, tore everything apart. I looked everywhere. I asked my family if they saw it. No one had.
Today, I was looking for my keys in a dining room cabinet. I think I lent them to one of my sisters (someone’s keys are always used as the “hidden” set of keys). I figured my dad may have put my keys somewhere without mentioning it. I opened a cabinet that’s rarely opened.
And there it was. My journal. A little black moleskine book, discrete. Tucked away in a cabinet used almost exclusively by my parents. They have had my journal for four fucking years. Not a word. I’m not even going to pretend that they haven’t read it in that time. I’m afraid to look in it. I feel so fucking violated. I don’t know what to do or say.
I should be doing other things right now…
Les Mis board game. Roll a six, advance six paces, and so on. Answer a French Revolution/Anarchism/Communism Question depending on what color you land on (blue, black, and red spaces/cards, respectively). White spaces- no card, unless you roll doubles. Then you get to choose whatever card color you like. Get a card right, add a chair to the barricade. If you rolled doubles and got the question right, add a bureau. Answer wrong—You’ve been shot. roll the dice; go back the paces indicated. Get shot twice in a row, go to the sewers until you roll doubles or another player ends up there. Spaces arranged in a spiral, with some twists and loops along the way to the center.
Each chair and bureau is worth a certain amount of points. First to General Lamarque’s house (or maybe the cafe?) gets a load of points on top of that. But it’s like Quidditch—not an automatic win. A huge barricade can win even if you didn’t finish first.
ATTN: does anyone know of any shelters for women in/near NYC?
Soulsearchingthesource has reached out to us in an urgent matter and would would greatly appreciate the help if you guys know of anything or could signal boost this for us?
Let us or her know whatever you know, if you can help.
Please, please, please and thank you in advance!
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