As a queer person and a woman, there are parts of the country where I just don’t feel safe traveling to anymore. And no, not because I feel like I’m smarter or better than them, or I’m some New York snob who only eats kale chips, or some hyper-PC college student who can’t listen to people who disagree with me. The American voting population tells me everything I need to know about how much they value my life, and the lives of people who look like me.
Donald Trump is not and never will be my president. He is the president of the United States, yes, but I will never give him the acknowledgement or respect that other presidents have deserved. I will never call him my president. He does not deserve the title. I will never associate myself with him or his ideals. I live in a country that chose to elect him, but that doesn’t mean that I did. It doesn’t mean that I will support his term. He is not my president. He will not be my president. I will continue to dissociate myself from him as an act against who he is and what he stands for, and I want everyone to know that I will continue to provide a safe space to anyone who is frightened by Donald Trump and his supporters.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived in Baltimore. I just want to know how many of you are going to the March on Washington? [Cheers and whoops] You guys are going to the women’s march, right? [More shouts and cheers] Okay, a round of applause for all the nasty women on board. [Raucous applause] Stay safe. Stay hydrated. Have a good time. Watch out for your fellow sisters. Just remember, we don’t take no “ish” from no man.
Attitudes towards menstrual blood in contemporary Western culture still circle around the subject with a mixture of denial and horror, advertisements for sanitary products typically use blue liquid in an attempt to sanitize the reality of blood, weary old jokes circulate about not trusting anything that bleeds for seven days and does not die. Menstrual blood is constructed either as something that requires a hygienic makeover or as something unnatural and obscene, a further indication of the horrors of sexual difference and the threatening ‘secrets’ of the female body.
Ruth McPhee, Female Masochism in Film: Sexuality, Ethics and Aesthetics
Boss: Why isn’t this thing finished? Why wasn’t this listed?
Me: I don’t know, I just found out and I’m telling you now.
Boss: Honey, that’s -
Me: *starts to say something*
Boss: And I know you hate the word “honey” but I’m saying it out of frustration. This thing is your responsibility, so Honey, that’s not good enough and if you need to check the list every day then do that because I’m not mad that you’re telling me now, I’m mad that it didn’t happen a year ago
Me: Yeah, I’m pissed at me a year ago too, which is why I’m making us a quote to fix it now and letting you know as soon as I found out. I’ll have to you in two minutes.
Boss: Great, if you think you can handle that.
I mean at least thankfully it was loud enough that the rest of the office heard it and it’s not the first time we’ve had the “honey” argument in front of co-workers so I’ve got people to back up that this sort of thing is ongoing and I’ve made a point of posting and documenting each time this happens with a date and all that fancy jazz. And. Like. Admitting that he’s belittling me with a gendered nickname because he knows I hate it is pretty clearly not cool.
And that specific part of it is why I’m still crying at my desk.
Isn't that male makeup artist a gnc gay man? Thought you supported those?
If you’d paid attention my problem is with the choice of language that men getting into makeup are “dominating” it and the general issue of when men enter a field, trade or skill that was previously considered a “woman thing” it’s considered suddenly elevated and eventually men will be considered better than any woman at it by virtue of being men.
They blame the low income women for ruining the country because they are staying home with their children and not going out to work. They blame the middle income women for ruining the country because they go out to work and do not stay home to take care of their children.