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Nothing quite like stim and ice at morning PT.
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Keeping up with the #cleaneating. #blendyourveggies #madewithover
Completely pooped from all of yesterday's, well, you know. Blog post up. Link in profile. #dogs #4thofjuly #dogsofinstagram #beagleblues
Nothing says 4th of July like coming home to find that your dog's bowels have literally exploded all over the kitchen floor. Effing fireworks
Clean eating, Day 2, with a homemade "burrito" bowl. Eat your heart out, QDoba. #lunch #glutenfree #vegan #vegetarian
Dear self: Stop reading comments on political posts. You're going to have a rage aneurism, dahling. Sincerely, Me
Using AshleyRose's beautiful artwork to show my support for equality. #scotus #doma #noon #equality
You want to say Hi to the cute girl on the subway. How will she react? Fortunately, I can tell you with some certainty, because sheâs already sending messages to you. Looking out the window, reading a book, working on a computer, arms folded across chest, body away from you = do not disturb. So, yâknow, donât disturb her. Really. Even to say that you like her hair, shoes, or book. A compliment is not always a reason for women to smile and say thank you. You are a threat, remember? You are SchrĂśdingerâs Rapist. Donât assume that whatever you have to say will win her over with charm or flattery. Believe what sheâs signaling, and back off. If you speak, and she responds in a monosyllabic way without looking at you, sheâs saying, âI donât want to be rude, but please leave me alone.â You donât know why. It could be âPlease leave me alone because I am trying to memorize Beowulf.â It could be âPlease leave me alone because you are a scary, scary man with breath like a water buffalo.â It could be âPlease leave me alone because I am planning my assassination of a major geopolitical figure and I will have to kill you if you are able to recognize me and blow my cover.â On the other hand, if she is turned towards you, making eye contact, and she responds in a friendly and talkative manner when you speak to her, you are getting a green light. You can continue the conversation until you start getting signals to back off. The fourth point: If you fail to respect what women say, you label yourself a problem. Thereâs a man with whom I went out on a single dateâafternoon coffee, for one hour by the clockâon July 25th. In the two days after the date, he sent me about fifteen e-mails, scolding me for non-responsiveness. I e-mailed him back, saying, âLook, this is a disproportionate response to a single date. You are making me uncomfortable. Do not contact me again.â It is now October 7th. Does he still e-mail? Yeah. He does. About every two weeks. This man scores higher on the threat level scale than Man with the Cockroach Tattoos. (Who, after all, is guilty of nothing more than terrifying bad taste.) You see, Mr. E-mail has made it clear that he ignores what I say when he wants something from me. Now, I donât know if he is an actual rapist, and I sincerely hope heâs not. But he is certainly SchrĂśdingerâs Rapist, and this particular SchrĂśdingerâs Rapist has a probability ratio greater than one in sixty. Because a man who ignores a womanâs NO in a non-sexual setting is more likely to ignore NO in a sexual setting, as well. So if you speak to a woman who is otherwise occupied, youâre sending a subtle message. It is that your desire to interact trumps her right to be left alone. If you pursue a conversation when sheâs tried to cut it off, you send a message. It is that your desire to speak trumps her right to be left alone. And each of those messages indicates that you believe your desires are a legitimate reason to override her rights. For women, who are watching you very closely to determine how much of a threat you are, this is an important piece of data.
an excerpt from Phaedra Starlingâs âSchrĂśdingerâs Rapist: or a guyâs guide to approaching strange women without being macedâ (via lostgrrrls)
HOLY FUCK THE TRUTH.
Can every one of my male followers read this? And please, before you get defensive (âI would never rape anyone!â) keep in mind, women being afraid of Shrodingerâs Rapists (oh my god i still canât get over the encompassing brilliance of this phrase) is a conditioned, learned response from being immersed in rape culture and the evolution of sexism and sexual violence in our society from the day weâre born. And unfortunately, itâs very difficult to unlearn without the efforts of all genders to dismantle it. Which is where you come in.
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Spread some of this goodness on your next sandwich. Itâs fucking delicious. And it lets you double up on your protein sources and cut down on the fat. Shit, donât limit yourself to just sammies. This is a choice dip so grab some carrots and cucumbers. Afternoon snack: FUCKING DONE.
SUNDRIED TOMATO SPREAD
Âź cup of sundried tomatoes (donât buy that shit that comes packed in oil. They are way more expensive. Find the kind that look like dried fruit. They will be near the olives or the canned tomatoes in the grocery store)
1 cup warm water
Âź cup chopped white or yellow onion
1 ½ cups or 1 15 ounce can of cannellini beans (any kind of white bean works, like navy or great northern beans. You just want a creamy kind of bean)
1 clove of garlic
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 teaspoons red wine vinegar
½ teaspoon tamari or soy sauce
½ teaspoon dried basil
½ teaspoon dried oregano
 Put the sundried tomatoes in a small bowl and cover them with the warm water for 15 minutes.
 While the tomatoes soak, cook the onions in a small pan with a little bit of olive oil until they begin to look brown and smell awesome, like 5-8 minutes. Take the tomatoes out of the water and chop them up into pieces but save the water they were soaking in; no need to waste shit. Chop up the garlic into little pieces. Put the beans, sundried tomatoes, onions, and 2 tablespoons of the water from the tomatoes in a food processor and chop that shit up real small. Add the rest of the ingredients and blend it all together until it starts to look creamy. Add more of the soaking water if it looks a little dry. Itâs cool if there are still some bigger tomato bits hanging around, just call that shit ârusticâ. Add more spices if you think it needs it and serve that fucker up.
 This will last a week in the fridge if you are good at keeping delicious secrets from your roommates.
A post about #medicine, #love, and #cats.Â
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Amazing!