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I watched this so many times just for the expression when he realises the ground is not as close as first thought.
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I watched this so many times just for the expression when he realises the ground is not as close as first thought.
Tampons are a “luxury item”
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought, You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
That’s.., that’s insane.
what the fuck did i just read
Conversation with a friend who doesn’t understand fandom...
Them: Are you okay? Me: Yeah, I’m fine... Them: Are you sure? You look kind of down. Me: Well... it’s just I’ve been doing a series rewatch of one of my favorite shows, and my OTP has a really messy break up in a few episodes, so I’m really bummed in anticipation. Them: ... Me: ...so...how are things with you?
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I'm sorry for how irritable I've been while rewatching Veronica Mars season 3.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides. Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not. Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to. Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above.
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destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman
THIS TIMES ONE THOUSAND. You don't have to know martial arts, wield machine guns or not give a shit about men to "be a kickass female character". Women CAN show strength in this way - in a stereotypically masculine display of strength - but it's not the only way, and it's not the only way that should be acknowledged.
TINAMY in 2013
YOU TWO.
Since it's now 2014 I guess that means this is the year I turn 30. Which seems ridiculous, because aren't I still 18?
I don't really give a shit about getting older, I'm not one of those people who's scared of aging or whatever. It's not like my 'youth' was so amazing that I don't want to leave it behind. There's plenty that I'm happy to leave behind with the deteriorating memory of age, since alcohol blackouts were never my thing and consequently the shitty memories have a habit of performing capoeira on my self-confidence.
I just don't feel I know what the hell I'm doing, and I figured I would by the time I was 30. At least a little. I mean, there is a perpetual pile of clothes on my floor, purely for the reason that when I take them off at the end of the day, I can't decide whether they need to be washed or whether I can get away with wearing them again. So I throw them on the floor, because apparently that's a logical half-way point of the indecision.
BUT, I did voluntarily order a pizza with only vegetables on it the other day, so maybe there's hope for adulthood yet.
I can only conclude that either I'll figure everything out in the next 3 months, or you never really figure it out and you just have to become comfortable with not really knowing what you're doing.
That's kind of terrifying and kind of liberating.
I need to remember these alternate lyrics always. I'm tired of worrying about what everyone else thinks.
Fuck it all.
My dashboard is full of the BEST stuff right now (read: Poehler). I've obviously been following some excellent new people recently (to add to the excellent people I was already following, obviously).
So in summary...carry on.
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I hate/love OTH so much. The parts I love, fucking destroy me. The parts I hate give me so much rage.
So far in my rewatch I'm up to s5, and at least twice an episode I shout "DICK!" to Lucas. Seriously, what a dick. I know it should be water under the bridge because of the perspective that comes with knowing how it all turns out, but apparently fangirl rage isn't logical like that (who knew, right?).
Can I just rant for a second...because let's keep in mind that when he proposed they were 19..NINETEEN! And everything she said was SO smart and empowered, about them both needing to follow their dreams otherwise they'd end up resentful, and all she wanted was to wait one more year. And because she won't abadon her dreams to be a 19 year old wife he ends the whole thing?
Like I said...DICK.
I really shouldn't be trying to make sense of OTH. I know this. And yet, my Lucas rage burns strong. I wonder if there are any other fandoms in which you are passionate about your OTP and yet also think one of them is a tool who doesn't deserve the other one.
(1) President Abraham Lincoln, who had depression (2) Writer Virginia Woolf, who had bipolar disorder (3) Artist Vincent Van Gogh, who had bipolar disorder (4) Writer Sylvia Plath, who had depression (5) Mathematician John Nash (from A Brilliant Mind), who had schizophrenia
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BRB, just going to watch 10 seasons of Friends.
Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day
Gah, this song.