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totallynotagentphilcoulson:

I just got this joke. Granted, the last time I actually sat down and watched the whole movie was when I was 14, but for my entire life I thought it was a “you two are not good looking people” joke. I just realized it’s a “that’s obviously a dude in drag, but I don’t care about who you love when it comes to love” joke.

My god am I a fucking idiot.

She fucking throws glitter. How much more obvious does it get.

THE FUCKING EPIPHANY.

Apparently, in the Norwegian version she actually says “Brave of you to come out of the closet.” 

OH MY GOD

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“When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.” -Danny Goldberg “When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.” -Danny Goldberg

“When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.”

-Danny Goldberg

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"A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed."

Mary Dickson

[CW: discussion of rape culture and violence]

This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them.

I think that says a lot.

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Why is there very little utility to women’s clothing? Why don’t we get pockets which actually open? Why do we have to put up with the ‘false pockets’ that are frequently sewn onto women’s jackets and pants to give visual interest without ruining the ‘line’ of the garment? Why, when pockets are actually present, are they so rarely large, stable, or loose enough to accommodate a phone or a wallet? And why, given this is the case, do women go on to cop so much flack for carrying handbags around with them?

Oh wait. Is this one of those double standards which we feminists are always going on about; one of those innocuous little things which everybody just accepts because it is the norm?

Women carry handbags. It is known.

But why? I have watched my male friends get ready to go out. They slip their wallet into one pocket, their keys into another, their phone into a third pocket, and some of them even still have spare pockets large enough to carry a novel for the journey. Those of my friends who wear women’s clothes, though, face an entirely different situation. If they are wearing the right jeans or jacket, they may have up to two usable pockets (not at all guaranteed). However, in most cases they won’t have any pockets at all. Utility and style rarely meet in women’s fashion, so they grab a bag.

Contrary to all the jokes, most women don’t ‘have’ to leave the house with everything they pack in their day-to-day handbag. Most of the items in a woman’s everyday handbag are in there because, if she’s going to have to carry it anyway, she might as well make it worth her while. Excuse us for making use of the one useful item we find in our wardrobes.

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, “The Feminist and the Handbag” (via athenasaurus)

Oh lord, don’t get me started on this. This is a little thing that highlights a big equality problem between men and women. We need the same supplies as men to do the same job. When I stocked shelves it was impossible to find pants that would hold my wallet, my box knife, my badge, my keys, my gloves (I worked dairy/frozen) and my phone. I actually ended up not carrying my wallet or keys at all. Fuck if I’m carrying a purse *ever* but that certainly wouldn’t have helped on the job.

My husband? He holds all of that plus his insulin, packets of honey in case his blood sugar drops (or a vial of glucose tablets), glucometer, headphones, markers, and pencils. With plenty of room to spare. I’ve even seen him slip paperback books into empty pockets.

When we bought sweatpants together so we could start working out? I had zero pockets. He had four. Four. When we wanted some boots for added protection working around 1.5-ton pallets and slippery surfaces, he was able to go to the nearest store and buy steel-toed, non-shock, no-slip boots in his size, no problem. I had to look online to find mine. Because women don’t work dangerous jobs. I hate shopping for clothes in general, but when it has to be online it really sucks because you never know if they will actually fit or be decent quality. Especially because, guess what, women’s sizes are far less standardized than men’s.
I’m going to guess this is all some remnant from the “women should be in the kitchen, not out in the world doing practical things” days that has held over and made it harder for us to…you know, do practical things, even nowadays. If I ever end up working a job like that again, I’ll probably just buy men’s pants and hem them for my 5-foot-tall frame, because I deserve the same supplies for my job that men do. And no, I don’t care if the men’s jeans don’t highlight the curve of my ass superbly. Do they hold up under tough conditions? Do they carry what I need carried? Practicality and efficiency only in my wardrobe, please.

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I remember watching I think it was Project Runway and the contestants had to design a new uniform for female postal workers.  The one designer put utilitarian pockets on her design, and the judges yelled at her for it.  They said something about it not being flattering, because you know, the key part of any uniform is not that it works for the job, but that it shows off your body in the best light possible.

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"States vote to take away my marriage rights, and even though I don’t want to get married, it tends to hurt my feelings. I guess what bugs me is that it was put to a vote in the first place. If you don’t want to marry a homosexual, then don’t. But what gives you the right to weigh in on your neighbor’s options? It’s like voting whether or not redheads should be allowed to celebrate Christmas."
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hogsmeads:

hp meme five deaths > bellatrix lestrange (3/5)

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startinwithme:

1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 408

If someone happened to buy me this, I would give you endless amounts of love.

There’s one parked around the corner from my house. I’ve seen it every day almost for 12 years

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Names and their meanings

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themilitantbaker:

May 19, 2013

Mike Jeffries
c/o Abercrombie & Fitch
Abercrombie & Fitch Campus
6301 Fitch Path
New Albany, Ohio 43054
Hey Mike,
I know you’ve been flooded with mail regarding your comments on sizeism, but I wanted to take a second to write you about a project I’ve been working on.
As a preface: Your opinion isn’t shocking; millions share the same sentiment. You’ve used your wealth and public platform to echo what many already say. However, it’s important you know that regardless of the numbers on your tax forms, your comments don’t stop anyone from being who they are; the world is progressing in inclusive ways whether you deem it cool or not. The only thing you’ve done through your comments (about thin being beautiful and only offering XL and XXL in your stores for men) is reinforced the unoriginal concept that fat women are social failures, valueless, and undesirable. Your apology doesn’t change this.
But oddly enough, that’s not all you have done. You have also created an incredible opportunity for social change.
Never in our culture do we see sexy photo shoots with short, fat, unconventional models paired with not short, not fat, professional models. To put it in your words: “unpopular kids” with “cool kids”. It’s socially acceptable for same to be paired with same, but never are contrasting bodies positively mixed in the world of advertisement. The juxtaposition of uncommonly paired bodies is visually jarring, and, even though I wish it didn’t, it causes viewers to feel uncomfortable. This is largely attributed to companies like yours that perpetuate the thought that fat women are not beautiful. This is inaccurate, but if someone were to look through your infamous catalog, they wouldn’t believe me.
I’ve enclosed some images for your consideration. Please let me know what you think.
A note: I didn’t take these pictures to show that the male model found me attractive, or the photographer found me photogenic, or to prove that you’re an ostentatious dick. Rather, I was inspired by the opportunity to show that I am secure in my skin and to flaunt this by using the controversial platform that you created. I challenge the separation of attractive and fat, and I assert that they are compatible regardless of what you believe. Not only do I know that I’m sexy, but I also have the confidence to pose nude in ways you don’t dare. You’re are more than welcome to prove me wrong by posing shirtless with a hot fat chick; it would thrill me to see such a shoot.
I’m sure you didn’t intend for this to be the outcome, but in many ways you are kind of brilliant. Not only are you a marketing genius (brand exclusivity really is a profitable move) but you also accidentally created an opportunity to challenge our current social construct. My hope is that the combination of these contrasting bodies will someday be as ubiquitous as the socially accepted ideal.
Ever so sincerely, 
Jes
P.S. If you would like to offer me a “substantial amount” to stop wearing your brand so my association won’t “cause significant damage to your image”, don’t hesitate to email me. I respect you as a business man, and my agent and I would be happy to contribute in furthering your established success.
P.P.S. You should know your Large t-shirt comfortably fits a size 22. You might want to work on that.

Jes over at The Militant Baker has done it again

This is how you do change. 

(Also, both are so attractive)

All that fuckin’ sass.  Day-um, ma’am.

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"Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via adderalldust)

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"Once I found a butterfly’s wing on the sidewalk.
I wanted to keep it but I didn’t.
I knew there were things I should never find beautiful.
Like death. And girls."
Andrea Gibson (via adderalldust)
"The body is not an apology. Let it not be forget-me-not fixed to mattress when night threatens to leave the room empty as the belly of a crow.

The body is not an apology. Do not present it as a dissembled rifle when he has yet to prove himself more than common intruder.

The body is not an apology. Let it not be common as oil, ash, or toil. Let it not be small as gravel stains or teeth. Let it not be mountain when it is sand, let it not be ocean when it is grass. Let it not be shakened, flattened, or raised in contrition.

The body is not an apology. Do not give the body as communion, confession. Do not ask it to be pardoned as criminal. The body is not a crime; is not a gun; is not a lost set of keys or wrong number dialed. It is not the orange burst of blood to shame white dresses.

The body is not an apology. It is not the unintended granule of bone beneath willed body. It’s not kill, it’s not unkempt car, it is not a forgotten appointment.

Do not speak it vulgar, the body is not soiled, it is not filth to be forgiven, the body is not an apology.

It is not a father’s backhand; it’s not mother dinner late again. Wrecked jaw howl, it is not the drunken sorcery of contorting steel around tree. The body is not calamity, the body is not a math test, the body is not the wrong answer, the body is not a failed class.

You are not failing. The body is not an apology.

The body is not a crime, it is not a gun. The body is not a crime. It is not sentence to be served. Is not prison, is not pavement, is not prayer.

The body is not an apology. Do not offer the body as gift, only receive it as such. The body is not to be prayed for; it is to be prayed to.

So, for the evermore tortile tenth grade nose, Hallelujah.
For the shower song throat that crackles like a grandfather’s victrola, Hallelujah.
For the spine that never healed. For the lambent heart that didn’t either, Hallelujah.
For the sloping pulp of back, hip, belly, Hosanna.
Errant hairs that rove the face like a pack of wolves. Hosanna, for the parts we have endeavored to excise.

Blessed be the cancer, the palsy, the womb that opens like a trapdoor. Praise the body in its black jack magic, even in this. For the razor wire mouth. For the sweet God ribbon within it.

Praise for the mistake that never was. Praise. For the bend, twist, fall, and rise again. Fall and rise again.

For the raising like an obstinate Christ. Praise the body that bends like a baptismal bowl. For those who will worship at the lip of this sanctuary.

Praise the body for body is not an apology.

The body is Deity.

The body is God. The body is God; the only righteous love that will never need repent.

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Sonya Renee, The Body Is Not An Apology (via adderalldust)

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