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I like stuff. This is a place you might look if you wanted to know what kind of stuff.

political-cartoons:

Important to note that Wal-Mart (and other big corporations with deplorable business practices) is often the best–or only–option for lower-income people. But those who can afford to boycott should.

political-cartoons:

Important to note that Wal-Mart (and other big corporations with deplorable business practices) is often the best–or only–option for lower-income people. But those who can afford to boycott should.

food52:

huffposttaste reminded us of our Cherpumple project — let’s just say we’re not architects.

Read more: The Cherpumple-Off on Food52.

sevenpoints:

iidelirium:

captainragtag:

hey what if someone invented a machine that allowed women to transfer their pregnancies to men and then the government passed a law that if a woman didn’t want to have a baby the biological father was required to carry it how fast do you think birth control would stop being an issue

BEST NIGHTBLOG POST EVER

"IT’S UNETHICAL TO FORCE PEOPLE TO CARRY A BABY!!!!" MEN SHOUT

"NO FUCKING SHIT!!!!" WOMEN REPLY

(via ghost-of-saintjimmy)

herbackrowkings:

lalondes:

>teenage actress’s private nudes get leaked

>teenage actress is reviled as a slut and a whore and a bad role model

>james franco asks a seventeen-year-old girl if he can meet her in a private hotel room

>james franco gets to go on saturday night live and joke about what a silly doofus he is for soliciting sex from a girl literally half his age

DO NOT DARE OVERLOOK THIS POST

(via ghost-of-saintjimmy)

(Source: zrinkacvitesic, via seungkissed)

cartoonpolitics:

"We can’t be a party of no" .. (Republican Governor Bobby Jindal)

cartoonpolitics:

"We can’t be a party of no" .. (Republican Governor Bobby Jindal)

(Source: editorialcartoonists.com)

not-quitenormal:

bluessiren:

What breast cancer can look like.

So whenever I go to the doctor they tell me to check my breasts for signs of cancer and I’m like WTF DOES THAT MEAN CAN YOU GIVE ME A PICTURE
Well this is that picture.

not-quitenormal:

bluessiren:

What breast cancer can look like.

So whenever I go to the doctor they tell me to check my breasts for signs of cancer and I’m like WTF DOES THAT MEAN CAN YOU GIVE ME A PICTURE

Well this is that picture.

(via ihavegoneintohiding)

Gettin’ rull sick of boys trying to convince/bribe/shame me enough to get me into video games. Someone seriously just used the sentence “I have candies :P” and I’m so done.

duct-tape-and-safety-pins-inside:

A girl I’m friends with on Facebook posted this status and I love it so much.

duct-tape-and-safety-pins-inside:

A girl I’m friends with on Facebook posted this status and I love it so much.

(Source: sammy-be-proud-of-me, via ghost-of-saintjimmy)

master-of-sorcere:

onlylolgifs:

kitten wiggles ears while eating

i don’t even care if i reblog this twice a day every single day for the rest of my life

master-of-sorcere:

onlylolgifs:

kitten wiggles ears while eating

i don’t even care if i reblog this twice a day every single day for the rest of my life

(via astral-lion)

thejaegercometh:

imadad3:

Argh…. I was born in the wrong body…. Everyday I scream because I am Trans…. I must transition…. Argh…..

*gets bottom surgery* i had a sex change… i’m a Real Woman now… call me *feminized version of birth name*

Now that I’ve had surgery, my life is basically perfect … my only problem with the world is men leering at me

(Source: homealonethree, via lgbtlaughs)

Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.

He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.

He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.

When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.

He called me a bitch.

The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.

I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.

I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.

But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.

I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.

The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.

The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.

— A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)

(via ssuperkaty)

yungmethuselah:

Nothing says patriarchy like asserting that anything a woman does in the absence of visible coercion is an empowering and feminist act so long as it’s sexual.

Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism.

— The “Fake Geek” is Not The Problem When It Comes to “Fake Geek Girls” (via postgenderfemmerobot)

(Source: brutereason, via teallikethecolor)

sexartandpolitics:

Twitter / JennyHolzerMom
The Best.

sexartandpolitics:

Twitter / JennyHolzerMom

The Best.