Why Society Still Needs Feminism
Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.
Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.
Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.
Because rape jokes are still a thing.
Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.
Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
college organization.
Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”
Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
expensive.
Because Rush Limbaugh.
Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.
Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.
Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.
Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.
Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Weird, right?
Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?
Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.
Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.
Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.
Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
protect herself.
Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.
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i want to be a librarian when i grow up because i’ll get paid to tell people to shut up
How did I not think of this.
And you get to read all the books
Tumblr is the only place librarians are cool
The only time I ever had to tell people to shut up in a library was before I was officially a librarian (it’s more of an initiation thing). Sadly, we do not get to read all the books because we’re too busy finding all the books for you. And Tumblr is definitely not the only place we librarians are cool (but we are doubly-cool here).
Still: being a librarian is my favorite thing about (finally?) being a grownup.
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4x09 Forest of the Dead/7x08 Cold War
The red setting.
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Correction.
My favorite musical to sing-along to!
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No… It’s more than that. It’s like… we were always heading for this. You came into the TARDIS. Then you found me again. Your grandad! Your car! (…) That’s not coincidence! We’ve been blind! Something’s been drawing us together for such a long time!
The first two times I met her I sort of bumped into her… So I thought maybe… if I just wandered around a bit… I might bump into her again… You know, like… Like… Destiny…
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I went to a marriage equality march today, and I figured tumblr whovians will appreciate this a lot.
Edit:This was in Corpus Christi, Tx. Marriage Equality March and Rally 2013
everyone is talking about Clara’s reaction to the TARDIS so let me remind you of Grace Motherfucking Holloway I mean look at her she’s having none of your shit
Damned right. Plus, at this point I’ve already hotwired his ship an helped close the eye of harmony, so I’ve been around the temporospacial block.
aka “Why I love Grace.” And Daphne’s kindness is why from now on I will not be shy about approaching celebs for autographs.
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“Will I love you?” he calls after her, jumbling his pronouns as her hand touches the door handle. He can’t think, can’t move, can’t care that all of his clothes are still on the floor.
She smiles at him over her shoulder, bright and shining and mystifying and fantastic. “Don’t you already?” | +++
One of my favorites.
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A Hundred Hugs From Doctor Who by 1lievelien
Here’s her tumblr: callitlivechess.tumblr.com
MARCH 30 IS TOO FAR AWAY!
Wow. I’m sure you’ve all seen this girl’s fantastic tardis dress floating around here the last week or so. She hand painted the inside and everything, and she just looks plain great. But of course, I see it posted on facebook, and the slew of comments begin.
I don’t think it’s a mystery as to why I, as a bigger girl, spend the week before a convention crying because I’m so nervous about what people are going to say about me just because I want to dress up and have fun like everyone else. And there is something really, really fucking wrong with that.