getting engaged is an official sign that we aren’t gonna be friends anymore and that bums me out
Anonymous said: Your hips are heavenly!
Thanks! They’re for making children.
Nic: that's why he got a $12 tip
it must get annoying living in the south with all those banjos constantly playing
baked potatoes are difficult to make in that they have a heavy am i going to want to eat this in an hour? element to them
bonding with straight men on okcupid
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
It has to be one or the other. You can’t become a person when it’s convenient to your bottom line, but not when it isn’t.
my roommates like to play this fun game where they wait until I’m just about to fall asleep during a nap and then STAND OUTSIDE MY DOOR AND TRY TO PROVE THAT THEY ARE MEN WITHOUT INSIDE VOICES
(Cats are bossy bottoms.)
Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked. You should go there.
Hermy doesn’t need your stinkin’ femism.
Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked.
New favorite blog
last night at the family function my cousins were talking about size 00 jeans and one of my aunts leaned over to me and said “those were the days, right?” and I almost snorted out my wine