Discovering Feminism

Feminism. Self Love.

Black people

thetallblacknerd:

We don’t have to be what other people expect from us. You can listen to hip hop and rock, you don’t have to like Obama, you don’t have to speak in slang or act hood. Don’t ever think your skin determines your character, that’s that shit limits our potential. We are inventors, leaders, doctors, lawyers, teachers; we aren’t just gang members and athletes. Dont let anyone define you because you are black and dont let them tell you what being black is

(via musicrhapsody)

mafattiee:

allmyunitedstates:

Feminism shouldn’t even be called feminism. It should be called humanism, equal rights for humans.

oh my god no 

“humanism” makes it seem like men are oppressed just as much as women. it erases the misogyny inherent in our society and makes it seem like everybody’s already attained equality and that the only issue is lifting all of humanity up out of some conceived oppression

no

stop 

This is what I don’t get - Women are impure because males have touched them. Who’s the dirty one here?

—Comment on Jezebel article “Female ‘Purity’ Is Bullshit”  (via lorbeere)

(Source: lunarynth, via feminist-space)

yennasollapoghirai:

tragicblessing:

gadaboutgreen:

Madonna should be include in this since she started that whole craze in the 1990s.

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When I see posts like this I get really frustrated. I have no cultural roots, because I am a fucking american. I don’t have a colorful native land, I have consumerism. If I am to paint myself up to look beautiful it is suggested that I cake on makeup like a pin-up girl. I am not allowed to borrow from other cultures because I’m not part of them. On the flip side, if I discourage other cultures who want to copy my stupidfuckingamericanshit, I’m being disrespectful about the choices they’re making.

I just want to run around in a sari, paint my face like an african woman’s, do my hair up like a geisha, and pretend that I’m a beautiful woman from another culture. I mean them no disrespect. I just love their beauty so much that I want to emulate it.

How. Is. That. Wrong.

BECAUSE YOU DIMWIT IT IS RACIST AND YOU CAN APPRECIATE THE CULTURE WITHOUT BEING A FUCKING DUMBASS AND PAINT YOUR OWN FACE BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BE BLACK JESUS CHRIST 

and every damn person in this world has consumerism, america isn’t a wasteland of just material shit smh you need to stop exotifying other cultures

you cant ~pretend~ to be another culture without making a caricature and stereotyped version of it. appreciate the culture all you want but when you want to do blackface which is literally the most racist shit ever in order to glorify women you need to stop

(Source: goawaygora, via feminist-space)

trapghoul:

note to women: not all men are rapists but don’t dress like a whore and be responsible for your actions because all men are rapists

(via mafattiee)

Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs, pro-nuclear weapons, pro-guns, pro-torture, pro-land mines, and still call yourself ‘pro-life.’

—John Fugelsang (via gebreken)

(Source: araberber, via strawberryfemme)

1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

frckme:

Discovering Feminism: This is a big fuck you for telling me how to dress and everything else…

xpolkovnik:

discoveringfeminism:

This is a big fuck you for telling me how to dress and everything else you have done. Don’t fucking slut shame me especially after everything you’ve ever done to hurt and abuse me. I am not your fucking toy or Barbie to be controlled. All you do is talk badly about people then act all “religious”…

LOL “fuck all men but I am sooooo beautiful I can show the whole world my tits (for no real reason at all) but not my face but I am soooooooo beautiful” hahahahahaha.

^ jesus fucking christ your blog literally makes me want to throw up, it’s so ridiculously inconsistent & thoughtless. oh my god. really. really? did you read through this post at all? did you not understand what she was saying? did you not realize that in fact, she was writing a letter to a man who abused a child and who’s nephew sexually abused her? it says NO WHERE “fuck all men”, it says fuck “all the men who have ever objectified and abused me” which, personally, I think is a pretty goddamn reasonable thing to say. and oh man, it sure is awful that she’s managed to attain and retain enough self confidence that she’s comfortable saying that she’s beautiful and posting a picture without a top on. if she’s fine with her body being seen on her blog, then guess what? it’s actually NOBODY ELSE’S FUCKING BUSINESS. and for that matter, what’s wrong with boobs anyway? what makes them so horrifically incriminating? is there some invisible line around all women’s breasts that automatically takes away all self-respect they have if the area inside is seen? oh man, you are so right, women definitely don’t need feminism since there’s obviously no one left telling them they can’t decide what to do with/how much to show of their bodies, and they should be laughed at for writing out their feelings to people that sexually abused them. i’m not saying men aren’t sexually abused or objectified as well, which is just as awful, but while 3% of American males have been victims of attempted or completed rape, 1 in 6 American women have been rape victims. and i’m not even going to address how flippant you are about mental illness and depression in your blog. i literally thought your blog was satirical at first. 

^^I know I am late in replying to this but thank you just thank you so much.