actual tears. what an a+ human.
Can’t not reblog Mr. Rogers
Jesus, Mr. Rogers, what’s your damage? Why would you make me cry on Valentine’s Day?
Via like the rain
Photograph by Miguel Reveriego.
I can’t believe I’m reblogging something at all connected to 50 Shades of Grey, but I think I love this dress?
They know the way I walk ‘cuz I walk with a vengeance
And they listen to me when I talk ‘cuz I ain’t pretending
It took a while, now I understand just where I’m going
I know the road and I know who I am, ‘bout time I show it
I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever I want.
Jimmy and I flew Delta to and from Boston at Christmas. Somehow 3 of our 4 flights were first class, and after a few complimentary adult beverages I would not stop singing this punch line. Jimmy, not a standup enthusiast, was epically confused.
Via Liz From The Internet
Not only was one of my best friends featured in this episode, it also gave me the GIF-iest GPOY of all time.
Via Untitled: A Blog by JLAwesome
This happened in rehearsal yesterday and I was like, “Uhhhh… let’s put that whole thing on YouTube,” and then we did! Business!
I want a million gifs.
This is important.
This is the cutest thing.
Via Liz From The Internet
Adorable Dog (Frenchie!) Plays with NYPD Police Horse on Wall Street [x]
Via glorious confusion
igabel asked: I saw your lolmythesis submission and am curious about what you have against Tina Fey? (Truly just curious!)
It’s not that I hate Tina Fey - I think she’s hilarious and I love watching what she’s in/what she’s hosting, etc - but to me she’s more of a gateway feminist icon. When feminists laud her as a standard of popular feminism in popular culture, the conversation often becomes more about lauding the the “Liz Lemonism" type of feminism that is almost always centered on the issues of white women and ignores the oppression, achievements, and contributions of WOC in the media and in the movement. It’s the #solidarityisforwhitewomen argument - that mainstream feminism is most accessible to those who have the social advantages and capital to make their voices heard.
This isn’t to say that Tina Fey isn’t a feminist. She is. A big part of her work behind the scenes, for example, has been to make the Saturday Night Live writer’s room more empowering and accessible to women. But she (and Amy Poehler, whom I also love) is held up as one of The Feminists of Hollywood. That capital-F Hollywood “Feminist” is a good start, but it’s neither imaginative or a good representation of intersectionality in the feminist movement. So when I talk about her as a gateway feminist, what I mean is that I think she represents basic rallying points for (white) feminists, but there is so much more to feminism than just what the Hollywood Feminist role represents. I’d like to see more of than rather than just the Hollywood version over and over again.
If Tina Fey is going to be one of the standard-bearers of feminism in the modern age, I think it’s important that her work and her public statements really reflect where the movement is and where it’s going. I think it’s important to look at her public role critically, and recognize that her work has been problematic. (The “Your Fave is Problematic" list is pretty comprehensive.)
And on that note, it’s totally okay to like something or someone problematic. But I also think we should recognize the problematic things our favorite celebrities and role models do/say, and should expect more of them. When we praise them, we shouldn’t leave out the questionable things they’ve done. We should talk about both. Rather, we should encourage our icons to augment their talents and do better in the future.
Nia says smart things about feminism.
An open letter to the ‘nice guy’ who tried to hit me because I stopped him from taking home a drunk girl who was begging him to leave her alone (or: why you should never ask a poet if she’s really an ugly cocksucker or if that’s just her day job):
The thing is, everyone assumes that by taking away our rights, you make us weak.
In reality, just the opposite occurs. We are used to the sling of insults - there is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said to me. We are used constantly being on the outlook for our aggressor - so yes, I can spot an asshole from across the room and it’s because I often have to.
The thing is: you are making our skins thicker and our spines stronger than anyone who doesn’t have to put up with the shit that we do. We are the same generation that can wear pretty dresses and cut up your corpse in the same moment: because trust me, we know how to get blood out of our clothing.
You think women are little helpless flowers but I know at least a quarter of my lady friends with self-defense classes under their belts, at least half who can fight their way out of a chokehold with nothing but their carkeys like daggers in their fists, at least three-fourths who are so used to any kind of slur you can throw at them that they have four witty comebacks just resting on their backburners, and all of them - all of them - are baptized in the fire of another person’s violation, whether verbal or otherwise. You are not making the submissive housewives or the shy secretaries of your wet dreams. You have made dragons.
You have made mothers with sharp teeth who can balance eight different tasks and still remember your favorite dinner. You have made CEOs who do better work because they’re used to being told they’re sub-par. You are making artists and poets and musicians who’ve seen the dark in the world. You are making social justice warriors - I use this not as a defamation but as a banner, as the way they brand themselves because it is a battle, isn’t it, and nobody’s come out without their share of scars - you are making a generation of caustically beautiful ladies who have seen more shit by six a.m. than you have all your life and they still walk better in heels than you do in your boat shoes.
We do not invite your ‘nice guy’ into our beds, you’re right, because the nice guys of our lives have been our fathers asking us if we ‘are really going out in that,’ have been our best friend telling us that his girlfriend should give up sex because he’s paid for dinner, have been our uncles and brothers and the great gentlemen who hang out of their cars and laugh when the thirteen-year-old they just honked at jumps and looks terrified (but should totally accept the compliment as if it was a gift instead of the moment she recognizes she’s never going to be safe) -
you wanna know why we don’t let nice men into our beds? Because we rarely find them.
They’re out there, I know it, but they’re not the ones wetting themselves when a woman asks ‘why do you think that?’ instead of sitting back and letting him laugh with his buddies about femi-nazis. They’re out there and they’re probably as pissed as we are that at least one third of their population has openly admitted there are times when they think it’s okay to force their significant other to have sex: they’re out there, and the sad thing is, if you’re a male, you’re statistically not one of them. As far as we know, you don’t exist. You are a white knight only you believe in.
Here’s the thing about forcing people down: eventually they’re going to get strong enough to push right on back, and when you’ve spent the whole time sitting on your ass sinking your teeth into your healthy wage gap, you’re not going to be ready for it.
You’ve hurt us, over and over. When the time comes for us to hurt back, do you know how many of us are going to ask ‘Where was the mercy when I was begging like he is now? Where was that mercy when I got pregnant? Where was that mercy when I was called selfish for being a single parent? Where was that mercy when he forced himself on me? Where was that mercy, in anything?’
The thing about oppression is that it can only last for so long. You are not making yourself dominant, you’re making yourself weak. I’ve seen men crumble because they feel uncomfortable when they get hit on by other men as if the stench of their own mistakes is strangling them. I’ve seen them get impassioned because a teacher preferred females and I’ve laughed because I had eight other classes where it was reversed and in all of those eight, it went uncontested. I have legitimately punched a boy who said that a show for girls was shameful because it tries to teach lessons instead of catering to his desire for sex - as if just by liking something, he owns it. I’ve seen boys growl about women’s history month and had to wonder if they’ve ever held a textbook where the only names of girls are tiny footnotes. I’ve seen fathers ask why the curriculum I use for my six-year-olds is carefully gender neutral, why I let his son play at cooking or his daughter be a doctor.
I have never heard a mother complain except to beg me to get her little girl to talk more, to do more, to succeed - do you see? Do you see?
Here’s the thing about stepping on us: we have learned to stop licking your boots
and now we want to ruin you.
trust me, I know actual nice guys and they are nothing like your type. p.s your fly was down the whole time. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
This just in, dragons are a new symbol of femininity and I am down for that.
(via misandry-mermaid)Via glorious confusion
because THAT IS A THING THAT HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE
You win this round cheese
actually that is a rectangle cheese
[oxford comma laughing in the distance]
[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]
You might want to look at this picture through one of those pinhole cameras they use for eclipses.
I know there’s no DNA or established paternity, but we’re all agreed that if you don’t believe Frank Sinatra is his father, you’re a certified moron, right?