the english language may be difficult to learn but at least we dont insist on assigning genders to inanimate objects
Or use gendered verbs and adjectives when addressing or talking about people.
February 2013
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October 2012
2 posts
“
I don’t accept my son, Twirl. Yes you heard me right, I don’t accept my pink loving, princess dress, sassy dancing son. I don’t accept that he might be gay. I don’t accept that he is different. My son is someone I do not accept not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t have to.
I celebrate my son. I love and adore him, even the five year old things he does that drive me crazy (anyone else have a kid who won’t eat?!). To accept someone is to imply that something is wrong with them. I accept things like high gas prices, poison ivy and ironing. These are all things that I don’t necessarily like but they are a part of life and I accept them. There is nothing wrong with my son. There is nothing wrong with being gay. There is nothing wrong with being straight and preferring things outside your gender.
” —source (via chos)September 2012
6 posts
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear also don’t determine your sexual orientation
- The only thing that clothes determine is whether or not you are naked.
before i came on tumblr and it was common knowledge what a binder is i would always see posts from people talking about how excited they were to get theirs or how they had to wash them and i was so confused like
listen friend i know youre excited about it coming in many fashionable colors but its only a binder
*snerk*
Actually, I had a similar experience with my mother telling me in which store I can find nice binders for cheap and I was all- why… are you telling me this? And then I got it. lawl!!
August 2012
10 posts
simglick replied to your post: College Tip For Your Everyday Life #2: The shower…
But then it billows up like a cat usurping your bedspace, leaving you covering in the corner.
Hi there! I see you on my dash a lot.
But I don’t get what you mean.
Hi back! I guess it makes a difference what kind of shower curtain you have and what your window/ventilation system in the bathroom is, because when I tuck the curtain into the tub, some sort of air system makes it billow inward and take up almost the entire tub. :)
i really appreciate pigeons, now who is with me
I just watched the Wild Kratts episode yesterday and did you know that they’re the only birds that feed their young a milk like substance instead of bugs? : D
Pigeons are lovely <3
I knew they feed “milk” that they create from the food they eat, but I didn’t know they were the only ones.
July 2012
13 posts
so you know the rhyme
“it’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring he went to bed and bumped his head and didn’t get up in the morning”
well i thought the old man just got up in the afternoon
i didn’t know he died
he fucking what
Right in the childhood.
I always understood it that way and was all… UGH. Never sang it past “snoring.”
Tonight's Sunset
“It is heartbreaking to know that what I can easily do for others, I find I simply cannot do for myself.”
—
Luke Rials (via thatreallyrialsmeup)
Wow. That is so true for me. I’d do things for others that would/could never do for myself… and also would never dream of others offering to do it for me. And even if someone would offer, there’s no way in this lifetime that I would accept.
Cease Silence: **TRIGGER WARNING DISORDERED EATING, FAT-SHAMING** I posted the Naomi Woolf quote as a status on facebook. →
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TW: General Eating Disorder
An ex boyfriend of mine from high school commented, “no fat chicks.”
I felt this infinite well of rage rising up in my chest. I immediately deleted his comment, because I don’t like any spaces that represent me or my opinions to have such disgusting vitriol on them.
But you know what? FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. You can laugh at this because your great aunt never told you she has spent sixty years of her life on diets. You can laugh at this because when you’re only able to eat a couple scrambled eggs and a couple roasted potatoes a day because all four of your wisdom teeth were yanked out of your face your little sister didn’t tell you, “I bet you’re being healthier than me right now,” as she wistfully turns the pages of Women’s Health and makes absent minded comments about how much thinner she wishes she was. About how the magazine makes her feel bad about her body, but not that that’s a bad thing. Because you have never had friends tell you, “I’m not thin enough for him to like me.” Because NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU, IMPLICITLY, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, FROM EVERY DIRECTION, THAT WHETHER YOUR BODY IS THIN OR NOT IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE WORTH LOVING.
Because you’ve never found out that your mom AND stepmother struggled with eating disorders. Because your grandmother doesn’t try to compliment you by telling you how much you’ve slimmed down. Because no one has EVER told you that the things you love to wear look better on slimmer bodies so you should try clothes that are more “flattering.”
BECAUSE YOU HAVE NEVER FELT SO COMPLETELY CONTROLLED BY WHETHER FOOD WOULD TURN INTO FAT ON YOUR BODY THAT YOU WERE COMPELLED TO RUN A MILE BEFORE YOU COULD GO TO SLEEP. BECAUSE YOU’VE NEVER CRIED BY YOURSELF IN A DRESSING ROOM JUST TRYING TO FIND A SWIMSUIT. BECAUSE YOU DON’T FEEL GUILTY FOR WANTING ANOTHER CUPCAKE.
BECAUSE FUCK YOU THAT’S WHY.
My son turned 8 recently. For a long time, he’s had to put up with BS from his grandmothers because he is chubby. At least my mother has the sense to talk only to me about his weight- my mother-in-law talks to him about it. Once they were talking about how he likes school and my son told his grandmother that he doesn’t have so many friends. Her response?
“As you grow taller, you will thin out. That’s what happens with boys. Then more kids will play with you.”
WHATTHEFUCK
Another time I put up a photo of him on Facebook and a well-meaning friend commented, “He lost weight! Nice!” as if losing weight is something positive for an eight year old. I deleted the comment.
He’s not even *fat*. He’s chubby. And the saddest thing? I keep thinking how lucky he is to be a boy because the amount of crap he’d be getting from his grandmother and society in general would grow exponentially if he were a girl. :(
Do You Understand The Higgs Boson?
Fake Science 101, available for pre-order at just $10.39, has a full paragraph about the boson!
June 2012
6 posts
"But if you hate your oppressors, you're just as bad" and other lies kindergarten told you.
youre not supposed to like people who kick you in the face all the time. abuse culture.
This is why, when my then five-year-old told me some of his classmates were bothering a new kid in the class and weren’t stopping when asked, he recruited some other classmates and shoved away the bullies, I gave him a big hug and applauded. Yes, you do beat up people who beat up others.
Hi :)
Howdy!
