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Anyone else think something is fucked up about the fact that of a group of 12 randomly selected women, all 12 have been assaulted by men?

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And that they were forced to talk about it in front of strangers

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Absolutely contemptible.

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Hockey is so entertaining without even meaning to be

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Friendly reminder: Someone holding you accountable is not the same as someone “attacking” you

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the funniest thing to do as an older sibling is to add an ‘s’ onto shit your younger sibling plays. “Oh, you’re playing pokemons? you’re booting up fortnites on the switch? skyrims?” because it’s the closest thing humans have to a rage spell lmao

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OP you are missing the power of “the.” As in “the pokey-man” or “the fortnite.” Hell, I just say “the Costco” and everyone around me loses their shit.

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Once you’re over the age of 30 you can put these two hands together and instantly deal out 15 points of psychic damage to anyone under the age of 21 within hearing range

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literally real life though

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endless list of favourite female characters: Miss G ↳ Cracks (2009)

‘The most important thing in life is desire. You can achieve anything you want. The world is yours for the taking. Nothing is impossible for you, my girls. All you need is to desire it.’

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“Even angry she was beautiful”. Even tired. Even sick. Even one crazy night later. Even with two broken ribs. Even, even, even.

An eye hangs in front of me. Always watching. How silly for me to care about being pretty. But I care about being pretty.

Do men feel like this? Even alone sometimes I catch myself fixing, tidying. I cross windows no one can see in and I worry that someone will see in. I lock the bathroom door and have strange, unlikely thoughts about people who will sneak in and rip the curtain off the rod and see me naked. Sometimes, in the worst moments, I wonder: what if there’s a camera and people are seeing this ugliness.

My mother taught me to plan underwear in such a way that if they found your body you wouldn’t be embarrassed. It seems insane until you watch six seconds of television; where our dead bodies are almost always mostly naked, even beautiful in death. I worry I will die in an unflattering position.

“Who cares what they think?” I ask myself. I don’t even want the attention of men. Dressing for the attention of men on a daily basis is a dangerous thing and isn’t sustainable on the metro system. I want the attention of other women.

But I still look in the mirror and adjust things. I do this and don’t think about men. I wear makeup and it’s not for men. I sit pretty in traffic and it’s not for men. This eye, I guess. The “them”. It never blinks. Maybe I am the one who is watching.

The woman in the comic book has been kidnapped and tortured. We zoom in on her lips. Beautiful. Even then.

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Art by Chelsea Blecha

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being a woman isn’t about the body you were born with or your feelings or your brain it’s about being haunted by this quote from margaret atwood for your entire life

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“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride