Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.
not so depressing thought: maybe these new people will be less bigoted, sexist and racist.
Depressing thought: I won’t live to see that world.
Not so depressing thought: you can help to create that world.
I hate it when people act like anger invalidates a cause, because when it comes down to it the privileged are the only ones who can afford to remain calm.
When the privileged are angry they’re; passionate, invested, patriotic, of spirit and righteous.
When the oppressed are angry they’re; savage, incapable of rationality, primitive, beastial, juvenile and violent.
Tone policing ain’t nothing but shifting goal posts towards dehumanization.
my feminist goal is not to convince men that girls are of value, my feminist goal is to achieve a future where the judgement of our value isn’t in the hands of men.
and this goes for, especially goes for, trans girls, girls of colour, disabled girls and LGBTQA+ girls.
girls, all girls, and if you believe otherwise don’t reblog this.
- It equates the anger of the oppressed with the oppression they face.
- It blames the oppressed for their oppression.
- It invalidates the anger of the oppressed.
- It demands that the oppressed just sit quietly, be nice to their oppressors and accept the status quo.
the best love story ever in less than 10 minutes
What made their love so beautiful, in my opinion, was not that they fell for each other instantly. What was so beautiful was that they grew together in their relationship - they worked together towards a common dream but took the punches as they came and never stopped loving and supporting one another. More relationships should be like Carl and Ellie.
"Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again." - Zelda Williams
So let me tell you all how my evening run went. Because it started decent and ended with feelings i hadn’t had before. So, it’s about 9 o’clock at night up here in alaska when I get the itch to go for a jog. It’s light out, it’s friday night, and I’m going to avoid the bar areas. Okay, so I head to the trail near my house. Dog park, good neighborhood, usually no problem. Well, about 2 minutes into my run I have the option to go up a flight of steps to a school then to a main road, or take a neighborhood trail and then to downtown (which would mean less traffic, no real main roads, and avoiding bars) in the “Y” there are three boys i say this because they’re clearly still teenagers and from my experience with them they’re not even close to mature.
So, I jog passed them. I will note now, that I am wearing a long tank top and a pair of running shorts. It’s 63 degrees. This isn’t unusual. So, keep up with me here. Now at this point I’ve made my way into a small neighborhood, who’s road will lead me back to a different spot in the original trail. At some point in the 45 seconds it took me to round the corner, the 3 boys decided that tonight was the night they were going to harass a runner.
It started out as merely annoying. They were riding those bikes that look a little too small, trying to show off and do tricks in the street to get attention. I did not give a shit, and continuously ignored them. Staring straight ahead, trying my best to enjoy my run, assuming that they would get bored and go away. They continued to follow me for a mile. This entails going passed a dog park and up a very steep hill. At this point I took my house keys out of my pocket and held them in my hand, points out.. A few times I stopped, and would walk, trying to stay away from them. I noticed that they would also find a spot to all stop together until I came back into view.
Then after the second stop light (which I purposely stopped at) one of the boys was “face fucking” one of those metal statues that was sitting on a bench. Now if that didn’t make me uncomfortable, the obnoxious fake moaning would. The other two repeatedly yelled “get some” and “yeah” while making gestures at me. I focused on the horizon and jogged passed, ignoring them to the best of my abilities. They continued to follow me.About a block after this, they sped ahead of me, again doing “tricks”, but this time they went further. I watched as one of them glanced back, as soon as his head faced forward I literally sprinted off to the side, down a block and then down an alley.
Guys. These kids followed me for over a mile on bikes. Just to sexually harass me because they thought it was fun.
I’m a 21 year old woman. The amount of self control it took me not to beat the living shit out of these fuckers is comparable to trying not to flinch when someone claps in your face.
Please do everyone a favor: teach boys not to do this at a young age. Teach your son, brother, nephew, whatever male person is in your life to respect people. Correct them. No. The woman running in a tank top does not want your dick, she wants to fucking run in peace. Yes, her boobs bounce. So do yours. And if you are a teenage boy, respect women. Or they might beat the shit out of you. If i see them again, I will beat them, take their phone, and call their mothers.
*note: in my text photo it says 3/4 mi. That was before I checked my map. They did follow for more than a mile.