Neglected Hours Turn Into Forgotten Years @icon-in-training - Tumblr Blog

The only way forward is to stop treating masculinity as synonymous with harmful, monstrous, or dangerous.

There is a fundamental difference between "men are dangerous" (wrong, bioessentialist) and "the patriarchy allows dangerous men to exist unchecked" (true).

espanolbot2

Link to the article itself.

shutoffthelights

to me, there's an innate horror in tradwife content. it's always a pretty young girl in her late teens, early 20s. she's so young. she's basically a baby herself. maybe she's about your age. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

either way, she always has at least three kids, sometimes more. you don't want to ask when she had them, but she had to have them young because her youngest had to have been born when she was at least seventeen based on how time works. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

she's smiling but there's something missing in her eyes - a spark that should be there. there's no passion, there's just the movements of the day. sometimes she'll give an interview where she says she barely feels like getting out of bed, and other times she says nothing. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

her world isn't real - it's neat kitchens and made from scratch cheese. she tells you how she doesn't need feminism because she likes this life, she likes wearing pretty dresses, don't you dare pity her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

you scroll up to an ex tradewife in her forties talking about how her husband divorced her and left her for a younger girl, leaving her destitute and penniless and twenty years out of the workforce. you scroll again to a pretty young girl saying she doesn't need a job, her husband will take care of her. you scroll again. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

another woman, this time in her early thirties, talking about how she just managed to leave her abusive husband and has nothing and he took the kids, warning and pleading young girls to not fall for tradwife lies. you scroll again to a young tradwife girl saying that would never happen to her, and you're just jealous of her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

you scroll again. a teen girl tells you that she'll just track her period, she doesn't NEED a toxic chemical like birth control. you scroll again to an obgyn pleading with young girls to understand birth control is just hormonal, and that period tracking isn't effective. you just watch happen. you can't save her.

you scroll again, and it's jd vance saying how women belong in the homes and shouldn't be allowed to vote. that their husbands should decide how they should vote. you scroll again to a domestic abuse counselor telling women their vote is private and they can lie to their husbands. you just watch it happen. you can't save her.

she doesn't want you to save her. how dare you pity her. you just watch it happen. you can't save her. a horrible feeling washes over you. you just watch it happen.

shutoffthelights

depsidase

transgenderfabianseacaster

💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️

byjove

instead of saying or thinking “not all men”, it is so much better to think “it doesn’t have to be all men” and pledge to make yourself not one of those men and work on making the men around you also not one of those men

mevil

being black in any art community is such a strange feeling cause you’ll see just blatant racism being expressed in others art and you have to just casually ignore it, for your sake if anything, colorism being something that’s just fundamentally there in every artist and you deal with it cause it’s not worth it in the end to even think of it too hard let alone even mentioning it, it’s definitely something

creatingblackcharacters

Hello nonblack reader of this post, I think you ought to share this one so that you and your peers can actively remind yourselves 1) of how your Black peers feel when you tolerate antiblack racism in your art spaces for entertainment and 2) that we notice it, but don't believe it is secure around enough of you to bring it up 🙏🏾

byjove

I will never forget and forgive the time I randomly got my period (they’ve always been super irregular and heavy) on a lake trip with my dad and urgently needed pads. The only establishment in a 25 mile radius was a gas station and they did sell pads, off-brand pads that were like cardboard. I got back into the car with my bottom tier thick as fuck uncomfortable pads feeling like garbage and my dad preceded to bitch me out about how expensive the pads were and how I should have planned better and brought some or WAITED until we could make it to the distant grocery store where pads were more affordable. All while we were in his brand new truck. I remember being 15 years old and having a “Hmm. Fuck you. I will remember this forever.” moment. He was also mad at me that weekend because I was not interested in getting in the water and doing other lake activities because I cannot use tampons and I was crampy. Grown man, by the way. Grown man who has dated many many women because he is a fucking slut. OOOOOH it STILL GETS ME HEATED TO THINK ABOUT IT.