Dec 24, 2024
Sir….sir, excuse me, sir….
Sir, did you know you are a cat?
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Sir….sir, excuse me, sir….
Sir, did you know you are a cat?
At my son’s ninja class the other night, I saw this young girl, maybe 11 or 12, and y’all….she made me SO HAPPY. She was built like a bodybuilder, just big and solid but STRONG and she was standing there taking up space with her hands on her hips, looking like a strong as hell female Peter Pan and LAUGHING with her whole body and then she got out on the course and just fucking….left EVERYONE in the dust! She finished up smiling and high-fiving her classmates and it just made me so damned happy to see a young girl right at the age when we usually start to shrink ourselves and feel bad about taking up space being big and strong and loud and taking up her damned space. It’s just….such a good feeling and I wish all girls could feel this way. I wish I had felt like that when I was her age. I want to do everything I can to make girls feel like that.
I hope your moidlet and nigel dies
I do believe this is the bravest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. An anon black-pilled “radfem” wishing death upon a six year old child and a rando dude she’s never met in her life.
The stunning courage it took to type up this message.
The brazen bravery it took to click the anon button.
The sheer strength it took to hit send.
I salute you, my brave sister in arms, for the unfathomable strength it took to send this message to a middle-aged woman with a dozen followers. We are all greatly moved by your moral fiber and conviction that my six year old son deserves to die.
What strength!
What intelligence!
Her boldness burns bright with a fury like the sun!
May we all cower and weep before the might and fury of her wisdom, for surely this is the brightly burning banner under which we as woman shall march forth and claim our rightful place in society, murdering children as we go!
HUZZAH I SAY!!!
HUZZAH!!!
I saw this post on another site and I just really wanted to share it, not for the pizza joke, but for the comment at the bottom
Sometimes we get so caught up in arguments on this site, especially on the radblr side of things., that we lose sight of what matters. And I think it would really help a lot of us to internalize this.
If the person arguing with you that het-partnered women deserve all the violence enacted against them because they are sexually attracted to the oppressor died tomorrow, would your life change?
If the person screaming at you and saying men should be allowed in women’s spaces because putting on a dress changes their biology died tomorrow, would your life change?
It’s never a bad thing to engage in debate, it keeps your mind sharp and challenges your way of thinking which helps you reinforce your beliefs. But there is a difference between debating in good faith and wasting your energy on people who simply want to drain you of your ability to function by wearing you down and exhausting you on circular arguments or nonsensical bullshit.
The questions “what should you do with blackpillers?” And “how do you deal with other feminists using misogynistic and ableist slurs?” Keep coming up in this space, over and over. Everyone has their thoughts on it, but I stand by mine: block, ignore, move on. They are not arguing in good faith, they want to play the Energy Vampire game and drain you to the point that you are ineffective in other areas of your life, and nothing you do will change their minds. The best thing for feminists to do is to distance ourselves as much as possible to avoid any association with them.
If they died tomorrow our lives wouldn’t change. Except they’d be a little more peaceful, if anything.
Next time a fellow “feminist” tries to engage you in a debate over your own humanity, or tries to shame you because you don’t pass their purity test, or starts bombarding you with incel terms about your body and sex life, ask yourself: would my life change at all if this person died? If the answer is no, stop engaging. If the answer is yes, then it is probably worth the time to engage and try to change their minds.
I’m not trying to be the Internet mom here, but some of us truly do need to log off and go out in the real world once in a while. We need to remind ourselves that there are people in our lives whose deaths WOULD affect us and focus on THEM. Not on tumblr user HetWomenDeserveWhatTheyGet.
Just know that when you engage with me, at least, that I will have zero qualms about blocking you if I decide my life is more peaceful without you in it. If your death wouldn’t affect my life, don’t expect me to keep giving you more opportunities to piss me off.
When your husband is out of town for a weekend and you get REALLY FUCKING HIGH and paint the headboard
the funniest part is that he got home, hung out in our room for like an hour talking to me, and only then did he gasp and go “when did you do this?”
Visited my nephew kitty today and he was looking lovely in front of the bougainvillea
Holy shit my friend’s kids are so cute. We all met up for a little Halloween thing at one of the local outdoor malls and my two friends daughters, with zero planning, showed up as Ash Ketchum and Eevee, I’m dying, it was so cute. We got the sweetest picture of Ash catching Eevee (giving her a huge hug) and it’s just so cute I could die.
Have you ever heard the song “Rasputin” by Boney M?
Yes of course it’s a cultural MOMENT
What the fuck are you talking about???
No seriously what the fuck???
Please reblog for a larger sample size, I have to know if I’m crazy or not