This is me. Woman. University student. Writer. Activist. Volunteer. Insomniac. Canadian. Drinker. Cartoon lover. Daria fan. Music lover. Reader of random trivia and facts. Walker. Noodle chef. Rambler. Researcher. Caffinated. Cuddler. Avon rep. Jaded. Cynical. Junk food junky. Celery fiend. Obsessive reader. 90's rock connoisseur. Broccoli lover. Lover. Fighter. Winner. One of the boys. Girly as fuck. Potty mouth.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’m glad my parochial school years allowed me to get this cartoon.
(Source: helvetebrann)
Not being able to be more than one room away from my bathroom all damn day has been somewhat beneficial.
- I’ve had a bunch of emails to send for weeks now that I just never got around to, and they all got done today.
- I FINALLY bagged and boxed all the donations I have sitting around in my room and contacted the Diabetes Association to come and pick them up. I have 7 boxes of clothes, 3 bags of clothes, 1 box of books, and 1 bag of hats/mittens/scarves.
- Washed my sheets! Then napped on freshly washed sheets!
- Ogled Stephen Colbert’s picture in Maxim’s Hot 100 list.
Very product day full of shit.
Christine Chubbuck was the first and only TV news reporter to commit suicide during a live television broadcast. On July 15, 1974, eight minutes into the broadcast, the depressed reporter said “In keeping with Channel 40’s policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts, and in living color, you are going to see another first: an attempted suicide.” With that, Chubbuck drew up a revolver and shot herself in the head. Three weeks before her suicide, she had asked the station’s news director if she could do a news piece on suicide. After her suggestion was approved, she visited the local sheriff’s department to discuss with an officer methods of suicide. In the interview, an officer told her one of the most efficient ways was to use a .38 caliber revolver with wadcutter target bullets, and to shoot oneself in the back of the head rather than in the temple
Beauty and purity go hand in hand, and are tied up in a false sense of modesty. This type of attractiveness comes from being white, virginal, conventionally attractive and actively or deliberately ignorant of meeting that standard of attractiveness. It comes from needing to be seen as beautiful even “without any makeup on” but in “skin-tight jeans” if you’re Katy Perry, from Bruno Mars ‘knowing’ that “when I compliment her, she won’t believe me,” and in reminding a boy that he should be dating a girl who isn’t a shallow hussy, if you’re Taylor Swift.
All of this encourages girls to constantly strive to meet an arbitrary standard of attractiveness that fuels multiple industries (dieting and cosmetics, primarily) while reminding them that their job is to be appealing to men but never to admit that they’re trying to be good-looking for men, and never admit that they look good – especially if they’re not skinny or white. It creates a maelstrom of unhealthy attitudes about girls’ bodies and sexuality.
Girls must be all things: attractive and unknowing, winking about sex and flaunting their sexuality but never expressing desire or – worse – actually having sex, and presenting their bodies as sexually available while deriding those girls whose sex lives are more active than their own. They must do all this while being straight, slender and white and preferably blonde or they’re not really even in the game to begin with.
Tried to eat some egg whites and toast today. EPIC FAIL.
There is a centipede and a spider in my bathroom. I have decided to let them both live for now. They shall fight to the death for control of the bathroom floor.
Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.
[….]
You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, “I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.
Fugivitus: A few things to consider when you find a feminist blog (via absolutely-spiffing)
In my experience, the men who are most likely to come into feminist groups to criticise them are self proclaimed ‘intellectuals’ who turn up to demonstrate to people just how oh-so-clever they are, to masturbate over their ‘logical’ arguments, to incite ‘new and stimulating’ debate about subjects that have been done to death, to willfully ignore how they are erasing experiences and silencing people, just so that they can have a few moments of ‘thrilling’ discussion in their otherwise dull, highly privileged lives. And when this brief adrenalin rush is over? They can go home, safe in the knowledge that they have shown all these silly hysterical women exactly what’s what, safe in their privilege which means that they do not have to give this encounter more than a passing thought. Believing that they have made a difference. And this makes me sick.
So, this is actually a pretty good example to use. Perhaps these men will read it and we can get it through their pseudo-intellectual heads that this is not ok. This is harmful behaviour and contributes absolutely nothing of worth to anything at all. Feminism has enough flaws as it is. Feminism is, by and large, racist, transphobic, ableist, homophobic, and classist. We do not have time to pander to these individuals too. If men really want to help? Commit to being a good ally and give us the opportunity to solve these problems without this almost constant hindrance.
Omg this is perfect.
(via angrybanette)
Was woken up at 6am to poop again. Crawled back into bed, and was up again at 11am. Called mum for advice. She suggested toast.
Feeling a lot better right now. Haven’t pooped in hours. Drank a bunch of water, did a mint and aloe face mask, and took a long, hot shower. Going to make some eggs and toast to test my tummy.
Supposed to go to a birthday party AND the frat house tonight. Let’s see how I feel later.
From Busty Girl Comics by Paige Halsey Warren.
(Source: textfromdog)
[T]he fact that we’re still talking about the overemphasis on looks means that too many people still believe that they can pull the “you’re ugly” trump card when they don’t agree with a woman. You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a lack of comprehension on your part, an inability to engage in high-level thinking. You may think she’s ugly, but everyone else thinks you’re an idiot.
“What We’re Really Talking about When We Talk about Hillary Clinton Without Makeup” - Erin Gloria Ryan (via makingfists)
(Source: jezebel.com)
