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We make some pretty snazzy looking desserts at work. The first is a flourless chocolate cake with a praline mousse and chocolate whipped cream. The second is a panna cotta with lemon curd and a raspberry Bavarian. I made the little macarons on top.

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Selfie from the first day I wore my corset belt from @orchardcorset

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Let’s talk about oppression.

Hi. I’m a teen. A Pakistani Muslim teen raised by Pakistani Muslim feminist parents. I am a Pakistani girl privileged enough to be born to a family that can afford to send me to an American school, and a family that believes their only daughter is worth a thousand sons. A few years ago, I realised there was a name for the notions I was raised with: feminism. I found feminism on the internet, in cheery pink-hued articles that told me I was beautiful, that I could do anything a man could do, that my body wasn’t something to be objectified.

And while these twee posts were enough to quench my thirst, in time I began to hunger for something more. I found essays on the evils of manspreading, mansplaining, and cis straight white men. This was feminism, then? The idea that men were in fact, inferior to women? I found this belief in webcomics, listicles, joke sites, even TV shows. In comment sections I watched battles unfold: how dare a man suggest these mentalities are toxic? How dare a woman agree with him?

On twitter I’d find women sharing anecdotes about Joe from work, who’d sit sprawled across his chair in a show of dominance, and how in doing that Joe was an oppressor. How the old white man across the street was probably a racist misogynist homophobic Nazi because he was white. How they were oppressed because the man in the meeting talked over them.

Here’s the thing about that. You are not silenced because a man dared to interrupt you. You are not objectified because a man had the audacity to hold a door open for you. You are not oppressed. You are not oppressed.

Spend a day with me. Walk the streets with me. I’ll show you what oppression is. It is a father forcing his daughter to cover her head, instilling in her a hatred for her religion. It is the teenage girl crying tears of mascara as she is escorted to her marriage and given into the hands of her betrothed. It is the transgender woman fearing for her safety because she lives in a country of homophobes.

Suppression is the woman whose husband forbids her from having a life outside her married one. Objectification is the girl sold as a sex slave because her family couldn’t pay their debts. It is not a man beating a woman in a foot race or performers at a strip show. Accompany me to rural Kashmir, where it’s commonplace for girls to be married off at ten, eleven years old. To the village from where our cleaner hails, where the bodies of young women wash up on the shores of the canal.

Talk about how Dave from IT mansplained programming to you to the women who never received an education because their fathers believed it unnecessary for them. Discuss internalised misogyny with the girl who has to listen to people telling her that her brothers are worth more than her. Please try. Debate the gender binary with my parents, who took years of garbage from relatives and friends on why they chose to have a single daughter.

Nobody forced you to get married at fourteen. Nobody told you that you weren’t worth sending to school because bearing children was all you were good for. You never saw the corpses of murdered girls floating in the canal. You are lucky enough to never have to experience that. You are not oppressed. This is not something to be ashamed of. Please be thankful for it. Please know that there are women in the world who would die to be where you are now. You are not oppressed.

Because look at you. You are educated, you were allowed to thrive, you can do what you like to do. Nobody views you as a unit. When you were born, they were just glad they had a baby; they didn’t care about your gender. Growing up, you had access to all the same privileges as boys. Don’t forget that.

I am not oppressed. I am educated in a country where 62% of illiterate children are girls. My father never forced me to cover my head, or stopped me from having friends of the opposite sex. My mother never told young tomboyish me to be more ladylike. I attend a private school, and I have a college fund. I am privileged, and I am not ashamed, but I want to help women in my country. I aim to be a politician or a journalist and use my platform to speak about women’s issues. Someday, I will make a change. And you can too.

Peace.

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This couldn’t be more on point if you tried. Well done.

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Miniature porcelain by Svetlana Oreshkin

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Audrey Hepburn

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Nonbinary girl: I feel more masculine but i don’t want to be a boy so i’m nonbinary UwU

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PSA

If you’re a feminist who hates anti-feminist women just because they are anti-feminists, please don’t claim that you support women’s choices.

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I can’t believe a grown man wrote this.

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Yeah. Get over that mother fuckers.

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Audrey Hepburn (still wearing the filming hairstyle) arrives to the first ever public premiere of Breakfast At Tiffany’s in Los Angeles.

The event was held at Grauman’s Chinese Theater, 17 October 1961. She brought her mother and husband with her.

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A new Sumatran tiger cub has joined the confiscated Bengal #RescueCub at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park. After being rejected by its mom, the cub was flown from the Smithsonian National Zoo to San Diego so that both tiger cubs can be raised together.

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10 year old boy asks to mow the White House lawn, Trump walks with him as he does so.

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“Frank Giaccio, an eleven-year-old from Falls Church, Virginia, got an unusual once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on Friday morning – he mowed the White House Rose Garden lawn for the president.

After writing a letter to the White House offering Mr. Trump landscaping service free of charge, a service for which he normally charges his neighbors eight dollars, the president agreed to let him show off his grass-clipping skills.

When Giaccio was about three-quarters of the way through trimming the 50-by-100-foot area with a red-and-black power mower, Mr. Trump made a special appearance. Frank briefly acknowledged the president and greeted him but continued his work.

“Future of the country right there. We’re lucky. That’s the real future of the country,” the president said. “Maybe he’ll be president.”

Mr. Trump gave Giaccio several high-fives and pats on the back as he continued cutting. He rooted him on and perused his line work on the tall, green fescue lawn.

“Have you done this before?” the president joked as he followed Giaccio.

During a brief mowing pause, the president asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up.

“This is Frank. He is going to be very famous,” Mr. Trump said. “He is going to be a Navy Seal one day. He’s going to do great things for our country.”

A U.S. Park Service employee and Giaccio’s father supervised his work, and afterward, Mr. Trump invited them in for a behind-the-scenes tour of the Oval Office and to snap pictures commemorating the occasion.

White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders had talked about Giaccio’s letter during a late-July press conference. Sanders applauded Giaccio’s knack for combining his landscaping skills with business savvy, and she promised that the president would allow him into the White House one day. Giaccio wrote the letter to the president when he was 10 years old, but has since had a birthday.

His letter read: “Dear Mr. President, It would be my honor to mow the White House lawn for some weekend for you. Even though I’m only 10, I’d like to show the nation what young people like me are ready for. I admire your business background and have started my own business. I’ve been mowing my neighbor’s lawn for some time. Please see the attached flyer. Here’s a list of what I have, and you’re free to pick whatever you want: power mower, push mower, and weed wacker. I can bring extra fuel for the power mower and charge batteries for the weed wacker. I will do this at no charge. Sincerely, Frank.”

Giaccio concluded his freelance landscaping gig at the White House with a stop at the press briefing room. There, he posed for photographs and thanked the president and Sanders for inviting him. Afterward, Giaccio called it “probably the biggest day” of his entire life and promised he won’t charge his neighbors more just because he can now add “White House lawn cutter” to his resume.”

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/11-year-old-boy-mows-lawn-at-white-house-rose-garden-with-trump/

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this is fucking adorable holy shit