December 30, 2010
December 29, 2010
December 23, 2010
December 16, 2010
December 13, 2010
December 08, 2010
December 01, 2010
The Political is Personal
OR: why my (newfound) Vegetarianism is a Feminist Issue
- Livestock is responsible for 18% of greenhouse gas emissions (more than transportation)
- People living in poverty or developing countries will be disproportionately affected by climate change
- 70% of those living in poverty are women
November 29, 2010
November 20, 2010
November 09, 2010
November 02, 2010
November 01, 2010
you are the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
October 30, 2010
October 23, 2010
marry me, rachel maddow
"Feminism is itself a challenge. Feminism is a challenge to the way things are in the world. It is by definition an oppositional movement, because it’s trying to accomplish something. I’ve never felt like feminism was a consciousness raising effort in isolation. Everything about feminism is about getting something in the world to get better for women, and to get the world to be less stupid on gender bifurcation terms. I think that feminism over time gets better, or it gets better and worse and better and worse at achieving the goals that it’s trying to achieve, but the overall mission stays the same. I guess I don’t think of it as feminism versus anti-feminism; I sort of think of it as feminism versus the world. I don’t think of it as a competition; there’s no winning. In feminism, you’re always trying to make stuff better. It’s opposition to which you cannot attribute a tally."
October 18, 2010
October 17, 2010
October 15, 2010
October 14, 2010
October 12, 2010
October 11, 2010
October 08, 2010
gleek
"the reason i don't go to church is that most churches don't think very much of gay people. or women. or science"
October 07, 2010
October 06, 2010
October 05, 2010
Where are the sexy statuses for prostate cancer?
i like it when breast cancer doesn't have to be sexy.
i like it when my power as a woman isn't defined by my sexuality or being sexy.
i like it when people donate money to a cause rather than raising "awareness" through bullshit social media.
i like it when all forms of cancer get the same degree of attention and exposure.
October 01, 2010
September 30, 2010
HULK RESIST BULLSHIT PRESSURE TO DOWNPLAY FEMINISM TO MAKE PEOPLE MORE COMFORTABLE. DISCOMFORT CAN BE PRODUCTIVE.
September 29, 2010
September 28, 2010
September 27, 2010
September 19, 2010
September 18, 2010
September 17, 2010
September 16, 2010
September 14, 2010
September 11, 2010
September 07, 2010
September 05, 2010
September 01, 2010
August 31, 2010
August 30, 2010
August 29, 2010
imperfect
"It’s like society is encouraging women not to put themselves out there! What on earth is wrong with trying something and struggling with it, and not being perfect? Well, nothing! Except if you’re a girl. Then you have to be perfect, and perfect by standards that men get to set and enforce. And if you’re not that, then people think you’re nothing at all.”
August 26, 2010
manic pixie dream girl
"too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked up girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind"
August 20, 2010
August 12, 2010
August 05, 2010
July 27, 2010
July 15, 2010
July 13, 2010
July 12, 2010
July 10, 2010
Kate Nash
"Yes, I'm a feminist. I think everybody should be, because feminism is about equality of the sexes, which we all believe in, don't we?"
July 02, 2010
June 28, 2010
delicious ambiguity
some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
delicious ambiguity,
gilda radner
June 26, 2010
June 25, 2010
June 21, 2010
June 18, 2010
Mad Girl's Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
a villanelle by sylvia plath
June 17, 2010
June 16, 2010
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
Fom the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. [the bell jar]
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