This pattern — women can dress like men, but men don’t dress like women — suggests that there is, in fact, something demeaning, ridiculous, or subordinating about presenting oneself to the male gaze. Most men feel stupid, gross, or vulnerable when they do it. This isn’t just about conformity to different gendered expectations. If it were just about difference women would feel equally weird dressing in men’s clothes. Instead, when women adopt masculine ways of dressing and moving, they often feel empowered.
So, when men do femininity they feel ridiculous and when women do masculinity they feel awesome. This is what gender inequality looks like.
yes, this. especially as a genderfluid person, for the longest time even the thought of dressing up in women’s clothing was a no-no for me, but still, there’s a society-put break in my head of not being able to wear said clothing in public, though I sometimes would want to
I went to see Friderick Handel's Messiah yesterday.
The music was just beautiful and moving, but I wish I had been in a better mood. My mom said that Gwyneth Paltrow was behind me in the bathroom, but I didn’t realize. :^]
My mom pointed out these things called ghost bikes yesterday. They’re spray painted white and chained where ever a bicyclist has been killed. My mom noted that none of the parts were stolen from any of them. It made me realize that often time we humans respect dead people more than flesh and blood people for supersticious reasons.
This dumb fuck on there is like “we’re seeing all kinds of weather patterns that have never happened before, such as flooding”. Oh really? Noah wasn’t forced to float on a boat for years because of a gigantic flood that happened long ago? This shit is just stupid. Luckily I’m putting on an imax movie about the Hubble telescope, it should be much better.
I watched A Very Gaga Thanksgiving Special with Steven...
And we lol’d our arses off. Don’t get me wrong, Lady Gaga has a very good voice, but when Tony Bennett said that she is the next musical prodigy Steven said “where’s the gun? I need one to kill Tony and then to kill me.”
Thanksgiving dinner is today and I can't sleep and I feel like I'm just going to hate this.
My stomach is not adding to it either. I feel like I majorly fucked up today and I can’t fix it. There’s always something for me to fix and most of the time I barely figure out a solution, but I really need to figure one out today because things will be awkward.
The way they have it, cars can just cut right in front of you and you get fucked over and have to wait a little longer. Today this one asshole was intent on cutting in front of Steven, but he wasn’t having it, he would not budge. We finally get onto the bridge and the person that was bothering us drove past and had a bumper sticker on their driver’s door that said “where god guides, he provides”. I’m thinking to myself god must be an asshole.
“I was standing in the middle of the crowd when the police started moving in,” she says. “I was screaming, ‘I am pregnant, I am pregnant. Let me through. I am trying to get out.’” At that point, Fox continues, a Seattle police officer lifted his foot and it hit her in the stomach, and another officer pushed his bicycle into the crowd, again hitting Fox in the stomach. “Right before I turned, both cops lifted their pepper spray and sprayed me. My eyes puffed up and my eyes swelled shut,” she says.
Fox asked for medical attention—the now-famous photo by Josh Trujillo of her being carried to the ambulance is here (click to the second photo)—and was rushed to Harborview Medical Center, she says, where doctors performed an ultrasound and said that they “didn’t see anything wrong with the baby at the time.” Fox says she had also seen a physician at Harborview for prenatal care about five week before.
“Everything was going okay until yesterday, when I started getting sick, cramps started, and I felt like I was going to pass out,” Fox says.
A friend called for an ambulance near the community college campus. (Fox says she has been camping with Occupy Seattle since it first began in Westlake Park. She is homeless and says, “I don’t have a place. This is the place I call home.”) When she arrived at Harborview at 11:00 a.m., she says, a doctor told her that “there was no heartbeat” from the baby. “They diagnosed that I was having a miscarriage. They said the damage was from the kick and that the pepper spray got to it [the fetus], too.”
Sometimes I get uncontrollable rage. Stuff like this causes that.
I want to know a/s/l, and political description. But, also, Have you ever had an Andrew Palmer?
I’m 21 going on 22, female, and I live in Brooklyn.
I would describe myself as someone who knows that there is a better world, but it’s unreachable just because Americans aren’t ready for it yet. It may take a thousand years before we really change. I guess if I had to vote, I would vote for the better of two evils, meaning Democrats. They at least don’t want to take away my right to abort parasites in my womb, and I’m all for that.
I just wikied it, and it said it’s also called a half and half. I’ve had the Arizona iced tea one. lol
Political leaders in St. Petersburg are about to vote on law that will make it illegal for any person to write a book, publish an article or speak in public about being gay, lesbian or transgender. The ruling party led by President Medvedev and Prime Minister Putin could make millions of people invisible with the stroke of a pen.
Human rights defenders around the country are doing everything they can to stop it. They are risking their freedom to organize flashmobs and protests, but they are afraid that it won’t be enough.
Right now, the world needs to speak up and tell Russian authorities to drop the bill. Join this call to leaders around the world to reach out to their counterparts in the Russian government - and ask them to reject this discriminatory and anti-democratic law.
Everything is bullshit and I trust no one, but myself.
The only feelings I can muster up are grief and regret today. I do not see any hope for the future and I’m trying to forget about my past, but it keeps creeping up on me. I try to appear as though I’m happy to fool people into believing I’m happy, so that maybe I can fool myself into it. It’s just a shell that’s ready to crack and reveal who I really am. I am a nobody, but aren’t we all? Well, most of us are. I’m a nobody who can’t find happiness though. I try and try, but I keep running into the same wall and I’m going to just give up.
Happiness is a chemical, but only a few people get to experience it. People are saying all of the time “Remember the old days when people didn’t take anti-depressants all of the time?”. The truth is just as many people were depressed, but people just accepted it. It was like it was God’s plan or some shit. The difference between us and them is that we’re not willing to accept that this is the best life gets. Not that they wanted to, but they were really too busy to be worried.
This is where the parallel comes in between now and the past. People in olden times had God to tell them what they should feel and we have our government. God would not want his followers happy because then they wouldn’t be spending their time honoring him. Our government does not want us to be happy for the same reason. Our government wants you and I to be downtrodden and vulnerable, so they can give us their “fix” and we’ll just go on being the dumb, obedient sheep that they want us to be.
Anti-depressants don’t do shit for me. I take them and I still feel like the empty, temporary thing that I really am. Anti-depressants aren’t there to make you happy, they are there to make you not sad. What a thing to aspire to be! “Hey you guys. I’m not sad.” It might be an improvement in terms of being productive, but by no means is it changing the quality of your life. Your life while on anti-depressants is just as empty and meaningless as the one before you started taking them.
Getting back to the point I made earlier, happiness is a chemical. All emotions can be boiled down to a chemical. If you can make pills that cancel out sadness, couldn’t you make pills that encourage happiness? It would be wonderful if more people could feel like they are in love, even if it’s for no reason. Happiness should not be a drug for the elite few, if we have the capability of producing it for everyone. I see no reason why not. The government should at least not make drugs that people want illegal, if they are only going to give us a shitty solution.
The only conclusion I can come to is that the government does not want us to feel the way we want to feel. They want us to be busy, little, worker bees serving the queen without any thought. They don’t want us to be sad, because then we wouldn’t be able to work. They just want us to be functional enough to fill the status quo.