#mylaugh

[chromatic-blood]

Laughing out loud like a goblin or witch when I'm alone to not go insane

[deathlonging]

She got up from the table and made her way into a kind of large lounge, where the middle space was cleared for dancing. A select orchestra occupied a platform at one end, and small tables were arranged all round the sides where visitors could drink coffee or liqueurs and watch the dancing. While she took her place and gave her order, the floor was occupied by a pair of obviously professional dancers, giving an exhibition waltz. The man was tall and fair, with sleek hair plastered closely to his head, and a queer, unhealthy face with a wide, melancholy mouth. The girl, in an exaggerated gown of petunia satin with an enormous bustle and a train, exhibited a mask of Victorian coyness as she revolved languidly in her partner's arms to the strains of the Blue Danube. "Autres temps, autres mœurs," thought Harriet. She looked around the room. Long skirts and costumes of the seventies were in evidence and even ostrich feathers and fans. Even the coyness had its imitators. But it was so obvious an imitation. The slender-seeming waists were made so, not by savage tight-lacing, but by sheer expensive dressmaking. Tomorrow, on the tennis court, the short, loose tunic-frock would reveal them as the waists of muscular young women of the day, despising all bonds. And the sidelong glances, the down-cast eyes, the mock-modesty--masks, only. If this was the "return to womanliness" hailed by the fashion- correspondents, it was to a quite different kind of womanliness--set on a basis of economic independence. Were men really stupid enough to believe that the good old days of submissive womanhood could be brought back by milliners' fashions? Hardly, thought Harriet, "when they know perfectly well that one has only to remove the train and the bustle, get into a short skirt and walk off, with a job to do and money in one's pocket. Oh, well, it's a game, and presumably they all know the rules."

this excerpt (emphasis mine) from have his carcase (a book published in 1932) is so fascinating we really regurgitate the same five questions in public popular feminist discourses. harriet wonders a little at how women enjoy this charade, but most of all at the notion that this is considered bad for (their) modern day feminism at all, when a charade is all it can be, and the performative aspect is the chief draw. this wouldn't be sexy if it wasn't voluntary, temporary, and fake ! "Were men rlly stupid enough to believe the good old days could be brought back by the old fashions?" and a hundred years later ppl are saying sabrina carpenter's new album cover is setting feminism back. it really is so funny to me

[apostates-anonymous]

Holy shit ∆ ∆ #meme #vine #barney #barneythedinosaur #memes #mylaugh

[apriliajayanagara]

#latepost #sebelumopname . . . #18weekspregnant #firstpregnancy #lifelaughlove #mylife #mylaugh #mylove #mypregnancyjourney #happymoment #momtobe . . . Can't wait to see my baby.. 😍😘

[myvixenwarrior]

🤓🤓👅 #mylaugh #lol #pugs #face #jarule #jamming #pets

[thecleanest]

I'm the worst at holding back my laugh, and the worst part is that my laugh is so obnoxious that it would probably make you feel even worst. Meh. Whatever I'm over it...Don't do stupid shit and I won't have to laugh at your pain. #lol #laughing #hilarious #toofunny #mybad #sorry #notsorry #mylaugh

[narcissistunchained]

This shit got me fucked up ya no. #PugLife #SpiritAnimal #MyLaugh 😂😂😂

[gassyguys]

ahahe came over just in time for a #roastporkqueef #mylaugh #theygottagoviral #fartman #werebackforgood