the strident insistence from radfems that being a woman is suffering because women are oppressed is kind of hitting me where i live, actually, because in the last couple days i had the very intense and upsetting realization that most cis girls actually do like being women, even when misogyny and fatphobia makes them feel bad about themselves. the responses to this post from both male and female cis people have kind of confirmed it: if you’re cis, your gender doesn’t feel like a chore, a job, or a responsibility. it just feels right.
so i’ve got a lot of thinking to do about my own identity now! and even if i do end up concluding that i’m definitely a girl, i think this conversation is really useful to have. it’s hard, i think, to figure out whether or not you’re trans, when being cis is always this unspoken assumption. i think it’s better when everything’s articulated and we can all compare and contrast!
“primtheamazing said: does being a woman mostly feel like a chore/job/responsibility for you? (good luck on your gender quest!)”
yep! i’m still unpacking stuff but it’s always felt like being a woman is a very difficult, important job i was selected for, so i’m obligated to do it well! compounding this has always been the thought that i couldn’t be a boy because i’m so small, i’d be worse off, socially, and i’d rather be treated as an adult woman than some twinky little boy.
im going thru my follower list and blocking everyone who i think is a robot and man some of yall dont make it easy to see if youre a human or not by first glance i respect your aesthetics but also holy fuck
like is this a human being or is this a robots approximation of human absurdity
Vader is believed to have become associated with the movement after losing his only girlfriend and realising he was too ugly both inside and out ever to get another. [x]
Sure — why not ring in the New Year with a raging celebration of virulent misogyny?
Apparently, the owners of the Brass Monkey Hotel Bar in Northbridge, West Australia, saw no problem with making light of the epidemic of rape at college campuses — which often goes hand-in-hand with American universities’ fraternity culture.
Disgusting banners decorated the bar with slogans like:
“Daughter Drop Off Point”; and
“Our Couch Pulls Out — But We Don’t”
Naturally, people on Twitter and all over called the bar out for its blatant sexism, and the bar coughed up an apology.
But hey, we’ve got a good New Year’s resolution for the Brass Monkey Hotel bar — and anyone, really: Stop promoting rape culture.
“weve come to fuck your women! weve come to drink your beer! so bring out your women and bring out your beer!” was the punchline of a chant i had to hear boys shouting over and over during pub crawls at university in australia. i remember vividly alex and i sitting there stiff and uncomfortable while assholes screamed this from the windows of a courtesy bus we were all in. i didnt end up going to many pub crawls. the ‘culture’ is rotten through.
Ever since I found out that the reason Sportacus’ hat is usually awkwardly pulled down to cover the tips of his ears is that he’s canonically an elf impersonating a human, I can’t help but picture him just showing up in various scenes/locales from the Lord of the Rings movies.
Can you imagine?
Sportacus at the Council of Elrond
Sportacus at the Battle of Helm’s Deep.
Sportacus in the court of Thranduil.
Well, you can certainly see why he got kicked out to Lazytown. Imagine a large elegant get together and he’s there backflipping and doing squats.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the nation the Christians were having a grand celebration. They left their offices early and closed all the shops, and it seemed almost as though the whole world has just stopped.
But hidden away, tucked far out of sight The Others were having a less silent night. They emerged from their houses in frolicsome fleets, Shouting with glee as they danced through the streets:
“Now Muslim! Now Jain! Now, Buddhist and Hindu! On, Jewish! On, Pagan! On, Bahá’í and Shinto! And all other faiths, and all nonbelievers! Get ready for Dim Sum, get ready for movies!”
And so off they went, the whole ethnic flock to India Palace and Mandarin Wok. They stuffed themselves silly on dumplings and kheer only stopping to watch the movies premier
Then they all stayed out late because none of them had to get home for Santa Clause. And at the end of the day they said with delight: “Merry Christmas to some, but to all a good night!”
As per tradition, my alternative Night Before Christmas. Happy whatever you do or do not celebrate!
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