reallylameblog:

what if garbage was spelled like garbij

(Source: imreallycoolandfriendly, via unplannedchild)

"I’d rather be writing." 

#ForgetSelfiesITakeChillies

"I’d rather be writing."

#ForgetSelfiesITakeChillies

I’d rather be writing… Could not find a more appropriate item for me than this! #writer #writing #afeministlife #iwork #love #lifeisbeautiful #georgia #followyourbliss #happy

I’d rather be writing… Could not find a more appropriate item for me than this! #writer #writing #afeministlife #iwork #love #lifeisbeautiful #georgia #followyourbliss #happy

I love my job so darn much! (Discovering shaving cream and water!) #lovethem #iwork #inspire #atlanta #afeministlife #georgia #learn #fun #followyourbliss #lifeisbeautiful #lmao #teacherbliss #thankful @turningsunschool

I love my job so darn much! (Discovering shaving cream and water!) #lovethem #iwork #inspire #atlanta #afeministlife #georgia #learn #fun #followyourbliss #lifeisbeautiful #lmao #teacherbliss #thankful @turningsunschool

  • 12-year-old girl: I don't want kids when I grow up.
  • Society: You'll change your mind when you get older. You're only 12. You're too young to know what you want.
  • 16-year-old girl: I'm pregnant.
  • Society: How could you be so stupid? Do you know anything about safe sex? You should be ashamed.
  • 20-year-old woman: I'm a single mother with an infant son.
  • Society: You should've gone to college first. You need a stable career before you can support a child.
  • 33-year-old woman: I'm married and my spouse and I both have stable careers. I have two young daughters now.
  • Society: You're not staying home? Who's going to take care of them? You're just going to put them in day care while you work? That's selfish of you. You can't expect to raise decent kids with a full-time job.
  • 45-year-old woman: I just had my first child.
  • Society: Why would you have a child when you're that old? Do you realize the health risks of being pregnant at your age? When your kid is a teenager you'll be a senior citizen. That's inconsiderate of you.
  • 60-year-old woman: I haven't had any children.
  • Society: Your life must be so unfulfilling. Is there something wrong with you? Why didn't you want kids? How strange.
"I only wear the latest fashions." #GetFamiliar #holla #fashionicon #pup #dog #puppylove #lmao #happy #yes #smize #summer

"I only wear the latest fashions." #GetFamiliar #holla #fashionicon #pup #dog #puppylove #lmao #happy #yes #smize #summer

thekyriarchywontfuckitself:

luvsavengedsevenfold:

studentmotherlife:

Because I think this is really important.

Please don’t be afraid to question what you’ve been taught; don’t be afraid to question circumcision. Research!! We need this information to spread. We need normal, intact penises normalized. We need to stop the unnecessary genital cutting of all sexes.

This is actually an intersex issue, as well - when you think about it.

^True and trans/NB for penis owners who don’t identify as men.

(Source: weheartit.com, via realizes)

fuckyeahsexeducation:

Babies are hardwired to feed. If you set your baby bare on your bare belly after being born it will slowly but suradely worm its way up to your chest and suckle. It’s our own insecurities that get in the way of this process a lot of the time. Here are some suggestions to make things easier for you…

I hate loosing followers, but I love you for sticking around! If I could hug you through the computer I would!!!

I hate loosing followers, but I love you for sticking around! If I could hug you through the computer I would!!!

beyoncesupremacy:

tamorapierce:

onemuseleft:

fuck-me-barnes:

carmanitaknits:

wagrobanite:

think-progress:

Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans

Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!

I want a reality tv show where politicians have to live in poverty for a month. They have to live in Government housing, shop with food stamps, and get only a limited amount of money for clothes. Because here, they still have all their trappings, lilke nice cars and thousand dollar suits. I want them in Walmart jeans trying to determine if they can afford a carton of milk. 

Give them a full calendar year. I want to see them confident in January, and sometime around June choking back tears at the Safeway because they are tired, so tired, of eating 25 cent cup noodles, eyeing other peoples’ full grocery carts with a dull bewilderment.

Let me see them despair because they have a persistent nagging cough that won’t go away and might be turning into pneumonia but the minute clinic is $60, which might as well be as six million dollars, either way they ain’t got it to spare - and that doesn’t count the cost of prescriptions. Let me hear them tell people about the muscle cramps they get at night due to eating non-nutritious garbage for months, the weakness from persistent hunger. 

Let them know the shame and frustration of only owning one pair of cheap polyester pants for work and one pair of thrift-store jeans, and both persistently have ripped crotches and seams coming undone, no matter how many times they get sewn back up.

Let the women know the particular sort of despair that comes once a month when you can’t afford even the cheapest pads or tampons.

Let them understand the frustration of being charged a $35 fee for a $2 overdraft. Let them watch as the bank holds charges from different days in “pending” till they all come through on the same day, and the bank charges them four times for a single overdraft because “the charges all cleared at the same time”. 

I want them to know the particular pain of having to decide between food for the week, or transportation costs to and from work. You can’t have both. Choose wisely.

You do not truly understand poverty until you’ve lived it and a month isn’t enough to encompass it. Not even close.

I have $7000 in medical bills this year because I let something go untreated for nine years because I couldn’t afford it. When I broke my hand I refused to go to the doctor because I couldn’t afford it - it wasn’t until my manager swore up and down that worker’s comp would cover it that I even considered going - and there were pieces of bone sticking out of my hand. I once walked on a broken foot for a year. A year. Because my boss wouldn’t let me have the time off to let it heal properly and my job required being on my feet for 8+hours a day. And that fucking foot kept starting to heal and then re-fracturing all over again. Spaghetti makes me sick to my stomach because I ate it every fucking day for months on end because pasta and tomato sauce are CHEAP, but there was no meat and no veggies, so it didn’t really do me any good. 

Sometimes I buy things I don’t need just to prove to myself that I can. And sometimes I go crazy and buy bags of things for the homeless shelter and the food bank because Jesus, do people need it and I have a little extra to spare now. Sometimes I hoard things, like soap and food and old clothes that I don’t like and will never wear again, because what if I need it in the future and can’t afford it?

Sometimes I remember being so poor that my power was turned off and my bank account was negative and I had nothing in the kitchen but ramen noodles and canned beans and god only knew how I was going to scrape together $475 to pay the rent on my shitty apartment and the lingering stress makes me start to cry.

Rice for a whole winter, except weekends when my boyfriend came down and took me out, and margarine—forget butter—for it only rarely, so I couldn’t eat white rice for forty years.  Pasta and soup with maybe a burger on payday as my only meat.  No dental work, so my teeth are an ongoing trainwreck.  Living in one-room studio apartments in residential hotels for a decade because we couldn’t afford a real apartment or utilities.  And yes to all the bank crap.

I want the Congresscritters to live through a year of THAT before they vote on programs for the poor.

I remember going through things like this as a child. Being so hungry that you’re blacking out and collapsing. There’s actually too many things that went on for me to list but I do remember the worst thing being that you’re made to pay fees if you cant afford something like not paying your bills on time. You;re charged for being poor. You actually have to pay money because you’re poor.

(via official-mens-frights-activist)

"If you look closely at a tree you’ll notice it’s knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully."

-Matthew Fox

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I’ll never punish my daughter for saying no.

The first time it comes out of her mouth, I’ll smile gleefully. As she repeats “No! No! No!” I’ll laugh, overjoyed. At a young age, she’ll have mastered a wonderful skill. A skill I’m still trying to learn. I know I’ll have to teach her that she has to eat her vegetables, and she has to take a nap. But “No” is not wrong. It is not disobedience.

1. She will know her feelings are valid.
2. She will know that when I no longer guide her, she still has a right to refuse.

The first time a boy pulls her hair after she says no, and the teacher tells her “boys will be boys,” we will go to her together, and explain that my daughter’s body is not a public amenity. That boy isn’t teasing her because he likes her, he is harassing her because it is allowed. I will not reinforce that opinion. If my son can understand that “no means no” so can everyone else’s.

3. She owes no one her silence, her time, or her cooperation.

The first time she tells a teacher, “No, that is wrong,” and proceeds to correct his public school, biased rhetoric, I’ll revel in the fact that she knows her history; that she knows our history. The first time she tells me “No” with the purpose and authority that each adult is entitled, I will stop. I will apologize. I will listen.

4. She is entitled to her feelings and her space. I, even a a parent, have no right to violate them.
5. No one has a right to violate them.

The first time my mother questions why I won’t make her kiss my great aunt at Christmas, I’ll explain that her space isn’t mine to control. That she gains nothing but self doubt when she is forced into unwanted affection. I’ll explain that “no” is a complete sentence. When the rest of my family questions why she is not made to wear a dress to our reunion dinner. I will explain that her expression is her own. It provides no growth to force her into unnecessary and unwanted situation.

6. She is entitled to her expression.

When my daughter leaves my home, and learns that the world is not as open, caring, and supportive as her mother, she will be prepared. She will know that she can return if she wishes, that the real world can wait. She will not want to. She will not need to. I will have prepared her, as much as I can, for a world that will try to push her down at every turn.

7. She is her own person. She is complete as she is.

I will never punish my daughter for saying no. I want “No” to be a familiar friend. I never want her to feel that she cannot say it. She will know how to call on “No” whenever it is needed, or wanted.

"

— Lessons I Will Teach, Because the World Will Not — Y.S. (via poetryinspiredbyyou)

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"There is no single way to be feminist; it is an ideal to guide you through life."

— Afeministlife.tumblr.com (via afeministlife)

When did slut shamming become cool? 


Not. Cool.

When did slut shamming become cool?


Not. Cool.