The Sad, Sad Story of A Really Nice Guy.
Gather round, gather round. Today’s story is very important, and you’ll want to be able to hear me.
It’s not THAT story, you guys.
Once upon a time, there was A Really Nice Guy. And all he wanted to do was help people.
This Really Nice Guy spent a lot of his time talking about the evils of discriminatory societal infrastructures (that usually didn’t directly affect him). But after all, he wanted…
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We went to a blues concert tonight. My job has awesome perks.
I really did enjoy it, until my headache came back partway through.
But I noticed that my enjoyment was very internalized. It was most pronounced by tapping my foot. But generally, I crossed my arms and held my body like I was trying to hold myself together, and just listened.
Have I always been this passive? Or is it something I just noticed? I know that I tend to be passive when there’s confrontation (at least in real life; my power comes in the written word, not the spoken) but it didn’t occur to me that I’m as passive or moreso when I’m happy. I just thought I didn’t laugh a lot.
It’s late, and I’m probably thinking about this way more than is necessary.
That awkward moment when you ran up the stairs and now you’re trying to hide your heavy breathing like it’s no big deal but you’re actually pretty winded and dear god you need to work out.
This is funnier than it should be.
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Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.
This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.
I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.
I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.
As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am. — excerpt from “FYI, I Cannot “Demand” Respect From Men so Stop Telling Me That!" @ One Black Girl. Many Words. (via fajazo)
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- have you tried yoga
- yes? okay what about pilates
- have you tried eating food that you cant afford
- why don’t you get a job
- do you sleep enough/too much
- try sleeping better
- have you considered Normal people’s feelings
- have you considered becoming Normal like us
- i think that would help
- here i printed out this article on deep breathing from a Women’s online magazine, it helped my coworker who was sad one time
- hey your’e creative, maybe you could write your own article
MY MOTHER IN LAW USED TO DO ALL OF THESE AND I NEVER FELT LIKE I COULD SAY ANYTHING BACK TO HER GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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I THOUGHT THAT WAS ACTUALLY A GIANT CAT IN A HOUSE UNTIL I REALIZED HOW STUPID THAT IS AND HE’S IN A DOLL HOUSE
A Twitter rant I went on recently, to those people who look at survivors of institutional abuse (whether that be church or school or community) and say, “Well, why didn’t you leave sooner? It’s your fault for staying so long.” Spurred by the usual “who would go there anyway? lolol” kind of comments about people who “chose” to go to BJU, PHC, or PCC.
"If white people are so privileged why is there a Black Entertainment Network and no White Entertainment Network?"
"Men don’t have privilege, there are women’s only gyms!"
"Why isn’t there a campus centre for straight/cis people!?"
SAME REASONS WHY IN MARIO KART YOU DON’T GET BLUE SHELLS OR LIGHTNING BOLTS WHEN YOU’RE ALREADY IN FIRST PLACE, ASSBAG.