true friendship is sending your friend anon hate so they have a chance to use their snarky reaction gifs
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy
Yeah so it’s 32°F here in Davis right now.
you can’t resist the pun…
"you should just get your license!"
“driving is fun!”
“It’s not that hard!”
leave me the fucK ALONE
Does anyone know of any doctor(s) in Toronto or the surrounding area that have experience with victims of rape and/or sexual abuse? I haven’t seen a doctor outside of emergency situations/specific injuries in over a decade and it’s becoming a serious danger to my physical and mental health. None of the offices in my area have practitioners that are experienced with or sensitive to survivors of sexual violence. Any suggestions or referrals would be immensely helpful. My ask and submit are open as well. Thanks so much in advance.
Men want what they want.
So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.
But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.