Ya know what? That sounds plausible as shit.
it really does.
Ya know what? That sounds plausible as shit.
it really does.
i dont know what i was expecting but this is so much better
petition to put all MRAs on an island
Im curious how feminists think they will do this.
I’m curious about why you think your input matters at all
It would be a fairly simple screening process.
You say “But I’m a nice guy…” and you go to the island. You say “Those poor Steubenville boys…” and you go to the island. You say “Feminism is just a device used to subjugate men…” and you go the island. You say “If she doesn’t want me to take a picture of her and post it to the Internet, she shouldn’t be wearing the skirt/shorts/heels/ski mask…” and you go to the island.
Last week, as part of a cultural discovery project for one of my classes, I spent three days wearing ‘girls’ clothes while going about my day. I wanted to explore the general reaction and preconceptions that people in my city have to clothing, especially in regards to gender. To me, the idea that a piece of fabric or accessory can be so intertwined with who are in our conscious is perplexing. I didn’t want to show off, or offend anyone by my act of curiosity. Rather, I wanted to act as a meticulous observer of the times, to see if the community around me was really as open-minded as I wanted to believe that it was. After all, if such things really only had a place in the realm of high-fashion and in Scottish tradition, then something bigger must be at work.
On the first day, I wore a long-sleeve pink top cropped at the collarbone. I received many compliments, a few glares and even a free Venti gingerbread latte. On the second, I rocked a pink blouse with a high-waisted belt. Again, the same amount of well-wishes, questions and passing eye-rolls. These things were to be expected, as it isn’t necessarily the norm to see someone like me wearing things like these. I felt collected and confident in these modest outfits, seemingly convinced that the world around me could care less about the clothes someone wore. Most affirming was the response to my nails, which were almost always met with a cheerful grin, a high-five and a few words of encouragement.
What happened on the third day changed my perspective on humanity forever. I dressed myself as I normally would; band t-shirt, cardigan, plain Vans, etc. However, instead of black jeans, I complimented the outfit with a plain black skirt and matching set of tights. For me, this was a huge step in self-image. Years ago, I was barely confident enough to leave the house for school. These days, the opposite couldn’t be more true. As I set off about my day, the absolute worst in people came out in a full-force flurry of expletives and discomfort. I was ridiculed in whispers. I was mocked in glances. I was obnoxiously and filthily cat-called by a construction crew who, from behind, couldn’t tell that I was a man. Stopping by a bathroom before a lecture, a frat-bro went out of his way to shove me into the adjacent wall after eyeing me up and down on his way out. Expletives and names that might induce me to vomit were I to repeat them, were casually thrown in my direction with almost zero passing thought. By day’s end, I feared a full-on breakdown, unable to stand up for myself or what I believed in to maintain the integrity of the observer’s perspective. In a way, I had no right to feel that way, mostly because of the realization that this is the way that many have to live their lives. I fought back tears as every stare and ill-formed word engrained themselves in my sub-conscious.
Though I may not know you, I think that it’s important that we all come to understand why these things happen. In my book, cat-calling, shaming and harassment are among the worst actions we can engage in. As a heterosexual male, I will never truly know the fear that women may experience while walking home from work, going see a friend for lunch, or being sized-up in public based on their clothing. I will never truly know the gut-rot that a transgender individual may feel while being eyed up and down at the store or in class, strangers seeming to think as if the clothing they see before them begs a legal invitation of ridicule. I will never truly know the plights of these people, but as an ally and a human being invested in true equality, it is now my obligation to stand up for them as if I did.
What scares me the most is not the glances, mixed emotions, or 10-page paper that will inevitably come as a by-product of this project. No, what scares me is that this is the world we live in. We exist in a place where individuals living their truths can be subjected, directly or otherwise, to fear simply for living those truths. We live in an age where feeling ‘normal’ in your own clothing can create unfathomable contention with strangers, despite them having zero investment in their lives. We live in a world where the material, the fabric, the pieces that adorn you are somehow allowed to say more about who you are than the convictions in your heart and the sincerity in your deeds.
I don’t know about you, but I refuse that world. I refuse to let these things overcome the passion and genuine honesty that I’ve been so fortunate to bear witness to in my time. I refuse to let backwards, unprogressive mindsets stifle the glow and drive of those who are undeservingly robbed of it. Don’t say it can’t happen to you. If it happened to me, under the most average of circumstances on the streets in a progressive-leaning city, it could happen to anyone, and that is something I truly do not understand.
After all, it’s just a skirt.
What is it about a piece of inanimate, plain fabric that scares you so much?
Soooo, about a month ago, we reached 5k followers. :D
And, for those of you who read the ramblings that happen in the tags, a giveaway has been promised to celebrate this momentous occasion!
And it’s taken some time but, finally here it is! Now, before we start on what you could win and the rules and all that boring stuff, us here at TAWSD would just like to thank you for everything! Because without all 5k+ of you guys, we admins would just be three very bored people with Photoshop twiddling our thumbs.
Anyway, without further ado, let us start this giveaway! Here’s what’s up for grabs:
- An issue of Doctor Who Adventures [£2.70], which includes two posters (one being the TARDIS team in Pond Life) and a Time Lord Kit containing one TARDIS box, a black TARDIS wristband, two DW pins, and a holographic bookmark of Eleven!
- A copy of the DW audiobook Day of the Cockroach [£10.20],written by Steve Lyons and read by the one and only Arthur Darvill!
- A TARDIS 2013 daily planner [£4.99], perfect for keeping track of episode premieres (not that you need any help, we’re sure you know all those dates by heart)!
- A DW novel titled The Krillitane Storm [£7], by Christopher Cooper and featuring the 10th Doctor
and his lovely face!
- Three little figurines on small TARDIS bases: one of Amy, one of the Last Centurion and one of a Saturnyne (from the episode Vampires of Venice).
- A tiny yellow Dalek necklace [£3.50], made by gallifreyfields on Etsy! It’s very tiny and very cute; about 2cm in length on a 18 inch long chain. For our male followers, you can make this into a keychain. ;)Rules and other useful stuff:
- Giveaway ends on the 20th of November at 18:00 GMT exactly.
- We want to reward our followers so obviously, you must be following TAWSD, duh!
- To enter the giveaway, reblog this post ONCE. Likes will not count but if you want to like it so you can keep track of it, then go ahead!
- The winner will be chosen via randomizer and contacted on the 20th. Said winner will then have until the 24th to respond with contact details (we will ship internationally). Past that period, another winner shall be chosen.
- As for other rules, quite obviously all Tumblr rules concerning giveaways apply; most importantly that you must be 18 or older!And that’s all folks. Happy reblogging and, once more and from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your awesome submissions and nutty fanmail!Love, the TAWSD team. <3
when people say “women should have the right to choose about their own body” i always wonder, what about the woman in your womb? shouldn’t she have the chance to say what is done with her body?
“i seem to notice that all people who claim to be prochoice are already born.”
oh my god there are women in my womb?
oh my god how did they get in there they should leave i don’t think I have room in there for them
Your uterus is like the TARDIS, it’s bigger on the inside. Room enough for all those women and the GOP!
Matt Smith & David Tennant | Our Boys After Party (October 3)
Matt and David attended the premiere of Arthur Darvill’s new play ‘Our Boys’ in London’s West End tonight.
They’re crossing each other’s time streams…doesn’t this mean the Universe is supposed to end? Again?
Even if there was some “innate” urge for men to rape, it wouldn’t matter. I’m making a shitty comparison here, but hang in there. Let’s say that someone is pissing you off, and you get the urge to hit them. Do you hit them? Well, you might, but does that make it justified? Just because your innate reaction was to want to hit them?
We teach kids not to hit each other. That’s something that’s distinctly taught in schools (whether or not it’s enforced is another story). But boys are taught to pick on girls. Just tease a girl, and that will let her know that you like her, and eventually she’ll reciprocate the feelings. When I was in 4th grade, a bunch of guys started picking on me about the way that I wore my hair in braids. All the adults thought it was adorable, and when I would complain they would just say, “Oh, it means that they like you! It’s a good thing!” They kept telling me that when this group of four boys would pull my hair and call me names, that was a good thing. So after a few months of this, I got ticked and punched one of them in the face when he yanked on my hair. The second that kid hit the ground, I was being dragged down to the principal’s office. My teacher wanted me suspended from school because I was defending myself when everyone else was telling me to suck it up and enjoy it.
The Curiosity rover grabbed a special self-portrait last week. The Mars Hand Lens Imager (or MAHLI) is situated on the long arm used to gather samples. It turned around and snapped this shot of the mast head (the one that houses the cool laser-eye ChemCam) tinted via its dirty dust-cover.
Dust-covered lenses. It’s Instagram for robots.
Is when people come up here to make out in the stacks and you get to listen to their gross sounds an annoying giggles echo around you for 15 minutes.
Oh wait, did I say great? Yeah, nope, meant the opposite.
Take your laptop, start playing Can You Feel the Love Tonight very quietly, and go stand behind them.