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Here are some awesome and empowering quotes from several very strong female celebrities.
And Kristen Stewart.
No, you know what? Fuck you.
Let me tell you about Kristen Stewart.
Let’s talk about how she’s the centerpiece of one of the most inexplicably popular misogynistic pieces of film shit and somehow gets blamed for it sucking, despite the fact that, hey, the books were actually worse. For those who were lucky enough to escape reading the actual books, her apparent lack of emotion is 100% accurate to Bella’s character, because Bella is in fact not a character but a blank white wall for fourteen-year-old girls to project themselves onto. Robert Pattinson is not the only one in the cast who hates Twilight, thank you.
Let’s talk about how she got crucified in the media for having an affair with a married man, when that man was her director. And let’s remember that she was called all manner of things for “ruining her relationship with RPattz” when she wasn’t even engaged to the dude, let alone married with kids. But oh no, she gets called a slut because she’s Kristen Stewart, she gets her career fucked because she’s Kristen Stewart, and the dude gets off scott free.
Let’s talk about how she is incredibly shy and anxious (rather, incidentally, like Chris Evans) but does film anyway, because she’s just that awesome.
Fuck your noise. She’s not the best actor in the world but she sure as hell doesn’t deserve that kind of shit.
And what she’s saying is really important too
(via reach-a-little-more)
This week Mervyn King, the Governor of the Bank of England, announced Winston Churchill will replace social reformer Elizabeth Fry as the face of £5 notes. This means that, other than the Queen, there will be no women featuring on our English bank notes.
An all-male line-up on our banknotes sends out the damaging message that no woman has done anything important enough to appear. This is patently untrue. Not only have numerous women emerged as leading figures in their fields, they have done so against the historic odds stacked against them which denied women a public voice and relegated them to the private sphere - making their emergence into public life all the more impressive and worthy of celebration.
People will perhaps say that the Queen appears on all the notes. But the Queen would be there whatever she achieved - she was born into her position. The men on the banknotes - Charles Darwin, Adam Smith, Matthew Boulton, James Watt, and soon, Winston Churchill - are all there because of what they have done, not because of who their parents were.
This decision by the Bank of England is yet another example of women’s considerable achievements being overlooked in favour of the usual (male) suspects - and yet another example of how the establishment undervalues the contributions of women to history - and indeed to the present. The significance of this decision is further underlined by the fact that Darwin is actually our oldest note - by two years. Why isn’t he being replaced?
This matters.
It matters because young women growing up see a parliament that is 57th equal in the world when it comes to female representation; a media where only 1 in 5 experts is a woman; and a business world where female directors represent only 16.7% of the total.
Currency, as its name suggests, is fundamental to our daily lives. These notes will change hands every hour, every minute, every second. And every time they do, the message will drive a little deeper home: women do not belong in public life - they never have, and they never will.
We call on the Bank of England to reverse this decision, and not add another straw to the establishment weight on the shoulders of young women telling them that they will amount to nothing - after all, their mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers didn’t. Why should they be any different?
Passing the lobster tank at the grocery store.
My dad bought one once and kept it in the sink for a while before throwing it in boiling water. If i was a vegan back then i probably would’ve kicked off 110%.
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thisisafakeemail submitted:
Back in October, I got pregnant.
I’m 16, and it was the worst thing that happened to me.
I used a condom, it broke. My boyfriend bought Plan B for me (because I was too young to buy it on my own at the time). Plan B failed as well.
For the first few weeks, I just knew. I knew I was pregnant, without even a test. I remember looking in the mirror one day, I thought I looked extremely beautiful - glowing, for lack of a better word. After a few seconds, I froze. I had watched enough movies to know that ‘glowing’ in many cases meant pregnancy. I ran to my room and hid until I actually had to go to school.
But after that I was in denial, extreme denial. I thought “no, this couldn’t possibly happen to me.”
After about five weeks, I decided to go to a pregnancy center in my town (not planned parenthood, this one was privately owned). I didn’t know it at the time, but they were an extremely religious organization who tried their hardest to stop abortions.
I went in there, took the test.
Of course, it came up positive.
I was terrified, I broke down sobbing. The woman I had been talking to made no move to try and comfort me. Instead she bombarded me with questions, asking if I was going to keep the baby. If I had any religion that would influence me to keep it. Things like that.
I couldn’t answer for a while, but I wanted to scream at her.
Eventually I said “I don’t see anything wrong with abortion.”
She fought back. But you could give it up for adoption! It’s actually not that hard to care for a child! Killing it would be wrong!
I had no energy to reply, to argue. All of my peace of mind was gone, destroyed.
I couldn’t tell her that I wanted to be a Dental Hygenist, that raising a kid when I was 16 would destroy that dream for me. I couldn’t tell her that having a child with how petite I was would severly damage my body. I couldn’t tell her that I wouldn’t be able to give the life that my child deserves because I am so young…because I have depression. I couldn’t say that to carry a child for nine months, and then give it up would destroy me on the inside.
I could only sit there and cry. I cried about how this happened to me. How I’d have to tell my mom. How I have to deal with the consequence of my action.
She asked me if anyone was pressuring me into getting an abortion.
She said my boyfriend was going to leave me no matter what my decision was.
I left.
I wiped my face with my sleeve and stormed out.
I never felt so sad, so defeated. Empty.
My mom asked me later that day what was wrong, and I told her. I had lost the ability to care what she thought.
She took me to Planned Parenthood to set up an abortion.
And I am so grateful for all of the love and support I got from the people who worked there. How they made me feel unashamed and like a person. I am ever grateful for the brave women in the waiting room who comforted me, who comforted each other, who complained about the idiotic pro-life protestors who were just outside trying to influence us to keep the children who couldn’t have a good life if we kept them.
And I’ll forever love the Doctor who gave me the abortion. The Doctor who I fear for the life of because of how hated doctors who preform abortions are by so many extremests. He was the kindest man, the absolute best.
And so when I hear stories about Planned Parenthood loosing funding, I’m afraid. Because I know they’ll be replaced by places like that pregnancy center I went to. I don’t want anyone to have to go through what I did there. Regardless of the abortion bit of Planned Parenthood, I’m afraid for those women who ARE pregnant and can’t aford the prenatal care they need.
And I know, that as soon as I’m old enough. I’ll not only write letters to my congressmen…but I’ll stand up to them. Go to every single event I can to protest the cutting of Planned Parenthood’s funding. Hell, I don’t care if I end up crying in front of every single one of those men who opose abortions. I do not want anyone to go through what I went through. No one deserves that.
Thank you for sharing your story and being so brave in the face of the CPC staff member. Thank you for not being afraid of doing what’s right for you.
everyone should read this.
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This week Mervyn King, the Governor of the Bank of England, announced Winston Churchill will replace social reformer Elizabeth Fry as the face of £5 notes. This means that, other than the Queen, there will be no women featuring on our English bank notes.
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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)
Read the rest of this article - it’s perfect.
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(Source: reneetlovesyou, via acerebral)
Don’t compare human struggles to those of non-human animals because it is really offensive to non-human animals. They are bought into this world just to be taken out of it. They are killed in their billions just for being born into their bodies. They are looked at as nothing but commodities. They are torn away from their families, shoved in to tiny cages, tested on in labs, killed for their skin. Their lives are put at lower importance than a 5 minute meal. It is estimated that 160 million people have been killed in the 20th and 21st century as a direct result of war. This number is 50 million lower than how many animals are killed for food in 12 hours.
You can compare any human catastrophe or ism to what happens to animals but the fact is it doesn’t even fucking come close. It is comparing a paper cut to an amputation. Non-human animals always have and always will have it infinitely times worse than humans.
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