time to pick myself up out of my self-pity and try to create something
mhm it’s time
sharonweedles replied to your post: just followed someone i thought was cool and then…
when someone likes ayn rand u kno its time to g-o out the d-o
yeeep. total red flag.
just followed someone i thought was cool and then they posted about how their views totally align with ayn rand’s…
Ties that Bind: Familial Homophobia and Its Consequences, Sarah Schulman. 2009.
idk about the lgbt movement inventing visibility (?) but god the rest of this hits home. i’m always going to feel like an outsider in my own family. i have all these fantasies about telling the truth and in real life nothing comes out, i am silent, i am scared, the anxiety keeps me from moving…not just with this but with everything. i am so stuck. stuck & quiet can’t call for help just…wasting.
Unnecessary “fillers” in our speech. I’d rather have “like” than up-talking, though (if we had to choose one, that is). Ewwww, up-talking. Then again, a combination of the two would render me homicidal maniac.
Like, did you ever notice? That, like, the speech patterns people, like, think are stupid? Are, like, commonly associated with, like, women?
And, like, there’s this thing? Where, like, women aren’t supposed to be, like, assertive? So they, like, qualify their speech? Because, like, we’re not supposed to, like, stand by our opinions?
1) humiliate women so they don’t feel qualified to speak authoritatively about anything
2) humiliate women for speaking in such a way that reflects how you treat her
3) laugh, you are superior because you don’t use words like “like.” It isn’t as if being a huge stupid asshole has ever made you worse than a woman who speaks with verbal tics.
Like, one of my, like, favourite things to do is follow up a “like”, or a “totally” with a large word such as disconcerting, or “”on the precipice”, or a huge verbal smackdown about philosophers. Because, I mean, HAVE WE NOT LEARNED ANYTHING FROM LEGALLY BLONDE?
I THINK LIKE THAT AMERICANS ARE SOME ESPECIALLY STUPID FORM OF EVIL BECAUSE THEY RAISE LITTLE GIRLS TO BE NERVOUS AND THEN HUMILIATE THEM FOR IT.
Back in early high school I actually couldn’t help saying like a lot and my English teacher told me to think of the boys with a feather in their butt every time I was about to and I never said like again except deliberately
men need to stop acting like their opinions on womens bodies matter
In Spanish, we don’t really say “I love you” we say “traeme una cerveza” which roughly translates to “you are the light of my soul” & I think that’s beautiful.
I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.