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The Human Condition-- philosophy about real life
I did this so quickly. learned just today that 2 sexual assaults happened in my high school district while I was a sophomore… 2 years after they essentially taught us girls that if we got sexually assaulted, it was out fault. The principal tried to cover it up and the assaulter only got benched during the sport for a while. the victims got blamed and hurt by their peers. it’s what they were taught to do, anyways.
I feel too tired to move.
I told myself that when I graduated high school, I would write the school a letter. I regret that I never did.
(via albinwonderland)
Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.
That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?
The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.”
(via albinwonderland)
Right here ^^
I swear, you can get a bingo in less than 5 minutes via comment perusal, even on progressive sites.
I love my family.
Hands Across Aggieland (by Camden Breeding)
The first ever pride parade I took part in. It was a good day.
(via stfusexists)
Disney Anti-Rape
I just want to note: Many of the assaults against Native American women may be oftentimes committed by acquaintances, but many of them are from men outside of reservation land. They purposely target these women because they have and continue to be forced into the positions of vulnerable, often young targets of vile and sometimes extremely violent sexual abuse, as a continual torture of colonialism.
The real story of Pocahontas is about 100% rape culture and 0% magic trees, I’ll put it that way. You can do your own research if you so choose, though warnings obviously for genocide, racism and colonialism if this is your first time researching the subjects related.
Isn’t it kind of problematic to define rape as violent?
I cannot express how awesome it feels to have a guy on there. I mean, guys getting rapped is bad, it’s just no one really focuses on it like they do with women being rapped. What I mean is, it just feels good to acknowldge it.
^glad to read that :) & good add at top
and in response to criticism above last reply: I wrote “violent act,” because I don’t believe there’s any such thing as, yknow, “lite rape.” (around the time I made this set that was something a politician had said) All rape is violent. In other words, I didn’t mean just physical violence, but the entire spectrum of violence- mental, emotional, physical- that rape can inhabit both during and after the act is committed. But if most people just assume when they read that, that I meant physical force, then yeah, there is a problem with how I worded it.
How firm are our principles?
Moral quandaries often pit concerns about principles against concerns about practical consequences. Should we ban assault rifles and large sodas, restricting people’s liberties for the sake of physical health and safety? Should we allow drone killings or torture, if violating one person’s rights could save a thousand lives?
We like to believe that the principled side of the equation is rooted in deep, reasoned conviction. But a growing wealth of research shows that those values often prove to be finicky, inconsistent intuitions, swayed by ethically irrelevant factors. What you say now you might disagree with in five minutes. And such wavering has implications for both public policy and our personal lives.
Upper-income people have been found to have less empathy than lower-income people and are more likely to base their moral judgments on a utilitarian analysis. Rushing people results in more Kantian moral judgments. See the article for more of the results.
I’m a grade 12 in high school who just happens to wear a K-cup bra. I live a fairly normal high school existence, except for the fact that my bust size often gets me in trouble with teachers, especially female teachers.
Now, my school has a uniform that involves a blouse. Being a busty person, I need to undo three buttons in order to have it fit right without it being undone to below my breasts. Even then, it’s a bit of a stretch. There is literally no way to disguise my breasts. Even when I’ve bound them for crossplay, they still look like really large pectoral muscles. I’m also really confident with my body, so I don’t see why I should have to hide what my body looks like at school.
So you can imagine how angry it makes me when a teacher pulls me aside and whispers “you need to do your top up,” as if my life depended on it.
“You know what? You need to mind your own business,” is what I want to say.
Most of my bras don’t push my breasts together that much, anyway, so most of the time, you’ll see my sternum before any cleavage. If you’re so offended by a bone that protects the heart or a whopping whole inch of two bags of fat on either side of it, then I suggest you get a life.
The way the neckline of my blouse is cut also covers the centre of my bra (most of the time), and I have to either spread it apart (like in the picture), sit or kneel below someone, or lean forward for anyone to actually see it.
Now, notice the little white bow right at the top of the bra’s centre in the picture. Most bras have some little ornamentation there, like a bow or a crystal.
I think that’s there in case the bra accidentally peeks out from a shirt or dress; to make it look pretty as opposed to something with a purely industrial purpose. It almost glorifies the sternum and the rest of the bra, which is how I think every inch of someone’s body should be treated.
Bras don’t see anything offensive about a bone that shields the heart.
Bras are smarter than people.One of my cousins hit puberty in the second grade.
She had an hourglass figure by the time she entered middle school.
Her first boyfriend thought she was just a bigger girl until the first time they went swimming together, because she’d gotten into the habit of wearing huge sweaters- even in the middle of summer, which can get hot enough to warrant heatstroke warnings- to try to disguise her chest.
This is because everywhere she turned, she was painted as a deviant, sexually promiscuous and attention-seeking youth. She started babysitting for a family friend when she was twelve, and grown women stared in open disapproval when she took the little boy out in his stroller for some fresh air. Men started catcalling at her and approaching her on the street when she was barely thirteen. Teachers looked down on her despite her uniformly excellent grades. Parents of friends immediately pointed to her as a bad influence when things went wrong, despite her immaculate record of just generally being a sensible sort of girl. She had very few female friends, and most of her high school peers assumed that she was sexually involved with most, if not all, of her many male friends. She never was.
This needs to stop.
This isn’t a fanservice video game where you get to choose cup size and bounciness before you start a round. This is real life. Unless she resorts to surgery, the amount of tissue a girl carries on her chest is completely outside of her control, and has nothing to do with her personality, abilities, or achievements.
Stop demonizing breasts. They’re just breasts.
From the barest bump to the cup that runneth over, a breast is a breast, and it should never be an object of shame.
She who carries the chest in question wasn’t doing anything shameful.
But if you feel the need to shame her, you were.
Seriously. Let’s get over the sexualizing of women’s bodies (and all bodies for that matter).
(Source: genoflydersyolo, via minininny)
