it’s amazing how women are able to navigate crowded rooms without ever touching a palm to a man’s lower back
you'd think occasionally men would need to touch other men like this to manoeuvre them out of the way but it never happens
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it’s amazing how women are able to navigate crowded rooms without ever touching a palm to a man’s lower back
you'd think occasionally men would need to touch other men like this to manoeuvre them out of the way but it never happens
My old person take today is that I feel like people have normalized being on your phone every single moment including when you're spending "quality" time with others so much that they're defensive if someone isn't ok with it. Yes, you have a problematic relationship with your phone and social media if you physically cannot put it down for a couple of hours to like, have dinner with your friends. It's a show of respect for other people's time and energy as well as important to be present and connect with people around you. Your parents who told you no phone at the table were right for that one.
The popular idea that women are *allowed* to express more emotion than men because they're stereotyped as overly emotional is so fucking stupid when you actually think about it for 2 seconds. It's like saying poc are allowed to be angry. Dude
Toxic masculinity's emotional repression has a slightly different flavor to it but can we be so fucking honest. Every man I've known will throw a hissy fit at a moment's notice they just don't like having emotionally vulnerable friendships with each other because they're scared of looking gay. Which is their own fault for being homophobic. Damn I wish men weren't allowed to talk about their feelings stfu
Here's a little primer in feminist sports theory that I keep coming back to when I'm thinking through the importance of women's leagues for female athletes and girls growing up playing sports. In 1980, Iris Marion Young, famous feminist philosopher, writes in her essay "Throwing Like a Girl" about how women, from a young age, don't have the ability to "make full use of the body's spatial and lateral potentialities" (p. 142). What she's saying is that girls playing sports experience a restriction of space that results in a significant but fundamental difference between how the World writ large discusses female athletes:
Not only is there a typical style of throwing like a girl, but there is more or less typical style of running like a girl, climbing like a girl, swinging like a girl, hitting like a girl. They have in common first that the whole body is not put into fluid and directed motion, but rather, in swinging and hitting, for example, the motion is concentrated in one body part; and second that the woman’s motion tends not to reach, extend, lean, stretch, and follow through in the direction of her intention. (p. 143; emphasis mine)
So female athletic performance is reduced in some part from the benchmark (read: male). Young explains this by writing that women are taught not to trust their bodies, very much not in the same way young boys are taught to trust and move with their whole bodies (intention + physicality) when they are competing in sports/existing in their bodies for the first time. Instead, young women are taught to compartmentalize—to only punch with the arm instead of with the abdominals, hips, and legs. So young girls are caught up in a cultural narrative, bigger than any one athlete or one sport, which insists that (1) women are fundamentally, normatively unathletic (because they are not men) and (2) women's success in sport is so unreliable or so rare that there is no benchmark of success to strive for that isn't entirely male-dominated. (This has a load to do with stereotype threat, too, for which I recommend Gentile et al., 2018 or Heidrich & Chiviacowsky, 2015, both of which concluded women routinely underperform complex motor skills when they are primed with a statement about women being lesser athletes than men.)
Really, though, what I want to harp on that Young says: it's fundamentally about space. Girls are afforded less lateral space with which to move growing up (encouraged to be smaller, less spastic, less agile or gangly, to not play with balls as much and thereby develop less hand-eye coordination, etc.) But I argue this is literal space being restricted, too. Look at the history of Title IX and women's collegiate sports in the United States. Women have always had to fight for the right to have a fucking space to play on. When we weren't permitted to practice with the men anymore, we fought to found our own leagues. And yet, girls' leagues still struggle to find literal space to practice in. Women's sports aren't given primetime slots and it's harder to find coverage of their sporting events. Those sporting events are sponsored less frequently by major advertising agencies. Women and girls, growing up playing sports, are literally afforded less space with which their bodies can move, train, practice, play, and recover. Young writes:
For many women as they move in sport, a space surrounds them in imagination which they are not free to move beyond; the space available to our movement is a constricted space. (p. 143)
In short, space is the issue. F1 Academy solves the problem of space; so did W Series; so does the WNBA, the PWHL, the WPBL, etc. And women have fought hard for those series to exist because they knew they could not simply shove a girl, or many girls, into the space the men have been occupying for so long, and expect it to go well on the first try or even the dozenth. I think it makes sense to have a women's space, even in motorsport, because it's about making the space first. Space for girls to stretch their bodies and hone their skills; literal space to play the game, grass to run on, tracks to kart and drive on, gyms to train with; space to seek out sponsorships and the time to let those brand deals and network deals develop.
This is why I get so upset when I hear people knocking women's leagues, as though we should be beyond them by now and all people should play sports as equals. I'd love for that to be the case. But there's still not space for girls to grow up and not be accused of throwing like a girl.
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I travel to France quite often, but I have a special love for the south and its lavender fields. Whenever I think of France, those endless purple landscapes are the first thing that comes to mind. I’m sure there are lavender fields in other regions too, but it’s the ones in the south that have stayed with me the most.Three years ago, I traveled through southern France, visiting Montpellier and several beautiful towns along the coast. I also visited a monastery, wandered through the lavender fields, and came home with hundreds of photographs that I later shared on my social media.Some time later, those memories inspired this painting. Of course, I didn’t paint the scene exactly as I saw it. I made the colors richer, the sunset brighter, and the atmosphere more expressive. That’s what I love about Impressionism—it isn’t about copying reality perfectly, but about capturing an emotion. Perhaps this wasn’t the exact feeling I had at that moment, but it’s the emotion that remained with me as a beautiful memory of that journey.
suburban women on september 15 1967 tuning in to star trek and seeing fuck-or-die mode spock getting in a sweaty man fight with captain kirk in amok time
My past lives:
- Puritan girl who accused people of witchcraft for attention in Salem
- died on the Oregon trail
- girl who worked in a textile mill and lost fingers bc I had little hands they made me stick in the machines
- castrato
Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026
Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.
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Most people I know had that one movie as a kid; that one movie that they would watch over and over and over to the resigned acceptance of their parents. I’ve always thought that movie says something about a person. What was your movie?
Lou Sullivan trans man activist in his bedroom six months before he died of AIDS in 1991. Photographed by Mariette Pathy Allen (source)
baseball players in the 20s were all named shit like Dipsy Doodle and Crunch Johnson
#they named them like cats in a shelter
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dinner rehearsal #2
I was lucky enough to find a guy like John, that when I would perform in one of our sketches… It was kind of like, ‘I’m just performing to John.’ Like, ‘I just wanna make John laugh.’ […] It’s like he’s making me laugh, and it’s the most personal thing between two friends that’s happening in front of the nation.
JOHN MULANEY & BILL HADER
fuuuuuuuck me dude. i wasted my summer praying in vain for a savior to rise from these streets 😭😭🤣🤣