me: i’m gonna keep my opinionated mouth shut for once and stay out of it
me, 20 seconds later:


me: i’m gonna keep my opinionated mouth shut for once and stay out of it
me, 20 seconds later:
This is an amazing way to celebrate black excellence during Black History Month. Each one of the represented historical figures made a huge contribution to our future. Remembering these people, who changed the history and changed the world and honoring them in such a beautiful way is just miraculous. Never forget their bravery, their will to have equality for everyone in this country.
#ProudAlumni ✊🏾🔥
Ayyyyyyye!
Only half Baaaaaad, I guess. [Image via http://bit.ly/2gqLgKk]
Why the hell is “masculine” assumed to be such a negative thing? I notice more and more than masculinity has come to be seen as inherently toxic and violent.
I personally think that masculine and feminine are morally neutral terms. There’s no moral value that can be assigned to two adjectives that simply describe traits most generally assigned to one or the other binary genders.
Stop acting as though masculine = bad and feminine = acceptable. If you really are in favor of gender equality, then stop villianizing people based on their genders and/or gender expression.
if masculinity is something you identify with, fucking take pride in it. do not let people put you down for how you see yourself.
boys deserve positivity boys are not inherently rapists, abusers, oppressors, etc. just because they are men. boys need body positivity. femme boys need positivity. masc boys need positivity. non-passing trans boys need positivity. male-id'ing gnc people need positivity. boys have problems that aren’t just erased by being men: the societal “you should’ve liked it” rape/sexual abuse mindset the idea that boys can’t be abused/raped/etc the idea that a masc boy is inherently toxic because he enjoys his masculinity the idea that ALL boys have privilege the idea that trans boys are “betraying females to join the oppressor class” the idea that boys can’t/would never have mental illnesses/eating disorders/body image issues/confidence issues/etc. because they are boys the idea that boys aren’t hated solely because they’re boys
i could go on but end of story is boys need positivity
Yes! Toxic masculinity? Suddenly every straight man is a terrorist and a rapist? This is getting ridiculous. Character is not determined by whether someone is more masculine or feminine.
Men who conform to masculine roles and hobbies are fine.
Men who are more feminine are fine.
Men who fit someone where in between are fine.
What’s not fine is shitting on someone because of one of these things.
Yes! Toxic masculinity? Suddenly every straight man is a terrorist and a rapist? This is getting ridiculous. Character is not determined by whether someone is more masculine or feminine.
Halloween 2016
1. Everyone is struggling in one way or another, and it makes a huge difference when someone’s kind to us.
2. It improves your mood, and enhances self esteem. It is, therefore, good for your own mental health.
3. Kindness is innate – it’s at the heart of who we are. Thus, we’re being more authentic when we choose to be kind.
4. Kindness is contagious and will likely ripple out, so the others in your world will be inspired to be kind, too.
5. It builds connections with others so we feel much less alone, more cared for, more connected, more valued and more loved.
1. Solitude and loneliness are not the same thing.
2. You can be alone and enjoy your own company.
3. You can be alone and be at peace with who you are.
4. Being alone can help you access your authentic, genuine self.
5. It can help you to discover who you want to be, and the goals and achievements that are meaningful to you.
6. Being alone can help develop your creativity.
7. It can help us to establish healthy personal boundaries.
8. It can make us more alert and sensitive to others’ needs.
2. Learn to enjoy your own company. See it as a time to reflect on your life, and really think through what you want for yourself.
3. Find different things you can do, and enjoy, by yourself. Also, developing new interests will stop you feeling bored.
4. Spend time looking after a pet or animal. Pets are consistent, loyal and reliable. They’ll never hurt your feelings, and they’re good company.
5. Talk to other people that you meet casually (at the checkout, in a queue, or when you’re ordering some food). You’re likely to find you get a warm response – and that will remind you that you’re actually OK!
6. Don’t let this bad experience undermine your confidence. Keep reaching out to others, and one day things will change - and you’ll find other people who like to be with you.
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So apparently hillary followers are so distraught over their loss theyre getting free hot chocolate and time off from college. Oh and therapy dogs. Like... Really? Is this what our generation is going to be known for?
Apparently.
Still, I’d like all that too. Think if I went to a regular college I could pull off upset liberal well enough? It seems to have it’s perks.
For real. Not only that but they get playdough, crayons, and coloring books. Go to class, go to a football game, drink a beer, and act your age. You don't need time off and coloring books.
I don’t even live in the USA
Why is people posting like “BLOCK ME IF YOU VOTED FOR XXXXXX!”
Like that’s gonna help. Yeah, spread even more hate among yourselves when instead you need to think on a way to keep things together. What is done is done, get over it and try to find a way to deal with it.
And whoever won the election, the fact that it was such a close call it was already bad enough.
Yes! Please, y'all. Just respect everyone and their opinions. It would make life so much better for everyone.
more posts like this here x
Africa being the hair is sooooo fire! #Love it!
A cat carrying her kittens across the street stopped New York City traffic, 1925
I was at a Craft Store in my town, and it wasn’t too busy, but only one register was open. The cashier, a teen aged girl, I could tell was working as best as she could. The process was a tad slower however, because she had a stutter, and a bit of a lisp.
As she worked through the line, asking the usual questions probably mandated by the big wigs (I’ve worked in retail, it’s a thing), the man behind me began to huff and puff. He muttered something about having places to go, he was in a hurry, etc. I ignored him, until I heard him start to mock her to his kids.
The kids began to laugh. It really made my blood boil. Especially since I could tell the cashier heard his mockery. That really made my blood boil. When a person doesn’t respect retail employees as people, it’s the best way to tell whether a person is an asshat or not.
So, when it was my turn at the register, she asked me in a small voice “Are you a member o-o-of the rew-w-rewards club?” And I looked smugly at the guy behind me, and back at her.
She seemed surprised at first, but then looked at the guy behind me, and then it clicked.
I have never given my information so slowly in my life. Never had I asked as many questions as I did. She smiled and answered my inquiries, while the guy behind me was seething.
I only held him up for about 5 minutes… but wooo child, it felt so good.
Years ago in my high school AP economics class I was assigned to sit in the corner of the room where I was flanked by a handful of very popular, very lazy kids. After every exam the teacher would announce (much to my chagrin) my “high score” to the class.
After a particularly challenging exam where I only scored 93%, the teacher announced that the guy to my right (let’s call him Matt) had ALSO scored 93%, his friend behind him 90%, and the friend behind HIM 90%! Needless to say I vacillated between self-doubt and suspicion for a few days before I finally “congratulated” one of the 90%‘ers on his score. With an impish grin he admitted that his friend Matt had been cheating off me for months and “thanked” me for helping “so many people do so well” in the class. The petty revenge gears started turning in my head for what seemed like ages before I replied “no problem, I’m just glad to help!”
At the next exam I put my my paper in very clear view of Matt. He had been told that I was now willing to “help” him and his friends. I circled all wrong answers while making a special mark for the correct ones. Just before the time was up, I quickly changed my answers back when nobody was looking, turned in my exam, and smugly walked back to my seat.
What I didn’t know at the time was that the cheating conspiracy didn’t just involve the kids sitting next to me, but that my answers were written down and forwarded to the next 4 periods, all of which took an identical test.
One week later a record 22 people failed the exam. Matt empathetically remarked “Oh man, did you fail too!?” I flipped over my sheet: 100%.
Nobody ever cheated off me in that class again.