I miss Daryl’s sass. “People in hell want slurpees”, “shut up”, “am I the only one zen around here?”, “you better watch your mouth, sunshine,”, “hell no,”, “he brought his butler,”. Why don’t we have this anymore? Because Daryl is sad. Why is Daryl sad? No Beth. #bringbackbethandprotectdarylsassatallcostsalsoyoucanttellifijustsaidprotecthisbottomorprotecthissassandthatiswhatismagicalaboutthishashtag

Bachata has created an outlet for Dominicans to express their emotions. In an environment where overt expressions of emotion (specifically those of sadness and heartache) are frowned upon, bachata allows for the emotions to be felt.

It is now perfectly normal for someone to have un par de tragos while listening to bachata de las corta venas and reflect on their failing relationships.

as feminists, we need to stand by Shia Labeouf. we cannot marginalize his rape. in order for any progress to be made in destroying rape culture we must stand against all rapes. so please, please feel as enraged, as angered, as oppressed by Mr. Labeouf’s rape as you would anyone else’s. do not perpetuate rape culture.


CNN Just Aired The Most Insane Reaction To The Catcalling Viral Video

CNN’s Fredricka Whitfield hosted a segment on Sunday discussing a video of awoman enduring hours of catcalling in New York City that went viral earlier this week. The video, spearheaded by anti-street harassment organization Hollaback, received heaps of praise, but also ruffled some feathers. 

To watch the full debate and see Amanda Seales shut down Steve Santagati misogynistic argument. 

Gentlemen! Let’s play a little game. I call it “Creep or Normal Guy?”

The way you play is you have less than a second to decide whether a man you don’t know is a threat or not. If you identify a normal guy as a threat you could get called a bitch; if you identify a creep as a normal guy you could end up dead. This is fun, isn’t it? Now play it every day, with nearly every man you see, in nearly every situation you’re in, from the time puberty hits to … well, I turned 38 this week. Can someone tell me when I can stop playing?

Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time.

In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows:

“The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.”

In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.

I think it’s important that even if you don’t support Hillary Clinton as the democratic nomination, you still gotta call out people who use sexism and gendered slurs against her.  Like there is no excuse for that shit, if you don’t agree with her politics, that’s totally valid.  Voice that.  But bringing her gender into it or calling her sexist names is the definition of misogyny and we can’t allow that shit just because we aren’t okay with her policies.

At the age of 10, I took a pledge at my church alongside a group of other girls to remain a virgin until marriage. Yes, you read that right – I was 10 years old.

The church taught me that sex was for married people. Extramarital sex was sinful and dirty and I would go to Hell if I did it. I learned that as a girl, I had a responsibility to my future husband to remain pure for him. It was entirely possible that my future husband wouldn’t remain pure for me, because he didn’t have that same responsibility, according to the Bible. And of course, because I was a Christian, I would forgive him for his past transgressions and fully give myself to him, body and soul.     Once I got married, it would be my duty to fulfill my husband’s sexual needs. I was told over and over again, so many times I lost count, that if I remained pure, my marriage would be blessed by God and if I didn’t that it would fall apart and end in tragic divorce. It became my entire identity by the time I hit my teen years. When I met my then boyfriend-now husband, I told him right away that I was saving myself for marriage and he was fine with that because it was my body, my choice and he loved me.   We were together for six years before we got married. Any time we did anything remotely sexual, guilt overwhelmed me. I wondered where the line was because I was terrified to cross it. Was he allowed to touch my breasts? Could we look at each other naked? I didn’t know what was considered sexual enough to condemn my future marriage and send me straight to Hell. [Click the link to read more]