I love this backyard. It’s my favorite part of this house. The hanging lights are what really make it. And with the trees in the background past the fence, adding this mystique to the distance. It’s best after the sun sets, when the sky is at it’s deepest blue right before black, when you can just barely start to make out the stars. This place gives me such peace..

Ton rire ton sourire

Ton rire ton sourire

Et c’est ton rire que j’entends, et c’est ton sourire que je vois.
Ton rire, ton sourire, ces mots m’ensorcellent et m’enivrent
Ton rire, ton sourire qu’ont-t-ils donc de si mystique pour tourner en moi comme ça?
Ton rire, ton sourire, le soupir qui me manque, hyrent le délire des désirs, l’ire empire des sirs aux airs de pire.
Ton rire, ton sourire, ces mots résonnent, ces mots sonnent, ces mots…

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anyilherron  asked:

Let's give some love to @bluesemblance. She is an amazing writer - it's hard to do justice to such a complex character, but boy does she do it well. Through love and hate and the cold calculation that Mystique is capable of, she writes believable and powerful stories. The mun is also fantastic - so busy, but so kind, and so encouraging.


I love Amanda very much and am very glad to have her in my life, both here on tumblr and on facebook

and also her writing is amazing like??? I REMEMBER WHEN SHE WAS A SMOL BABY and she was good then but like DAMN if she hasn’t grown and then outgrown, you know?

When I was 19 and I started growing facial hair, the one bit of advice my dad gave me was not to ever shave with a razor. That’s how you get tons of ingrown hairs and razor bumps.

Which was a little disappointing because there was a certain mystique to the process of lathering up your face, dragging a razor across it, and not dying that using clippers didn’t have

When I was 23 I got hired at an amusement park with an asinine shaving policy (and some less covertly racist grooming policies) that deemed my clipper shaves not close enough and would sometimes, if you had too much beard, make you get a vending machine razor and take care of it.

Now, I had heard stories about black men who were able to shave their faces without ruining their skin for a couple of weeks and maybe I had even met some of them so I set out to find how it’s done

I’m still trying to figure it out. and i keep trying. and I keep buying products. and I keep messing up my face. It’s not that I had to do it, but the fact that it’s nearly impossible that really drew me to it. So I’m probably not going to ever give up until I do it.

What I’m trying to say is someday, somehow, just because of who i am as a person, I’m going to get myself killed.

Having just finished this, I thought I would put up a summary and a few thoughts.

Unfortunately, this won’t be too entertaining, for a couple of reasons:

  1. The book focuses entirely on one issue: a sense of dissatisfaction felt by middle-class American housewives after World War II. Yes, it’s that specific.
  2. While it has questionable parts, it’s not overly…offensive. There is no talk of patriarchal conspiracy or oppression. But there is blame, and it’s distributed among various groups and industries.

If you’re unfamiliar with The Feminine Mystique, it starts with Betty Friedan interviewing various housewives and describing a kind of illness she calls the “the problem without a name.” Having married young, these women have thrown themselves wholeheartedly into home life, filling their time with busywork and living vicariously through the achievements of their husband and children. Over time their intellectual development becomes stunted, and they become neurotic.

What pushes women into this life, Friedan says, is the “feminine mystique,” a glorification of the female domestic role that is reinforced through advertisements, home economics curricula, various social sciences, and simple desire for conformity.

Wistfully recounting the strides feminists made decades earlier in emancipating women in the twenties and thirties, Friedan laments that things have gone backward as a result of the war.

There was, just before the feminine mystique took hold in America, a war, which followed a depression and ended with the explosion of an atom bomb. After the loneliness of war and the unspeakableness of the bomb, against the frightening uncertainty, the cold immensity of the changing world, women as well as men sought the comforting reality of home and children. In the fox-holes, the GI’s has pinned up pictures of Betty Grable, but the songs they asked to hear were lullabies. And when they got out of the army they were too old to go home to their mothers. The needs of sex and love are undeniably real in men and women, boys and girls, but why at this time did they seem to so many the only needs?

For the girls, these lonely years added an extra urgency to their search for love. Those who married in the thirties saw their husbands off to war; those who grew up in the forties were afraid, with reason, that they might never have the love, the homes and children which few women would willingly miss. When the men came back, there was a headlong rush into marriage.

According to Friedan, the feminine mystique really takes root during a girl’s college years, where she and her friends take courses in home economics and family life to prepare her for her future. Campuses are treated as marriage markets, and serious study is abandoned.

At home, the housewife staves off feelings of boredom and isolation by spending money. This doesn’t go unnoticed by advertisers:

Properly manipulated, American housewives can be given the sense of identity, purpose, creativity, the self-realization, even they sexual joy they lack - by the buying of things. I suddenly realized the significance of the boast that women wield seventy-five per cent of the purchasing power in America.

New gadgets that were able to do almost all the housework crowded the market; increased ingenuity was needed to give American women that “feeling of achievement,” and yet keep housework their main purpose in life. Education, independence, growing individuality, everything that made them ready for other purposes had constantly to be countered, channeled back to the home.“

The manipulators and their clients in American business can hardly be accused of creating the feminine mystique. But they are the most powerful of its perpetuators; it is their millions which blanket the land with persuasive images, flattering the American housewife, diverting her guilt and disguising her growing sense of emptiness…If they are not solely responsible for sending women home, they are surely responsible for keeping them there. Their unremitting harangue is hard to escape in this day of mass communications; they have seared the feminine mystique deep into every woman’s mind, and into the minds of her husband, her children, her neighbors.

In shorter sections, Friedan also blames the editors of women’s magazines (for publishing understimulating fluff content) and employers for erecting barriers in the workplace.

The solution proposed is more and better education:

The GI’s, matured by war, needed education to find their identity in society. In no mood for time-wasting, they astonished their teachers and themselves by their scholastic performance. Women who have matured during the housewife moratorium can be counted on for similar performance. Their desperate need for education and the desperate need of this nation for the untapped reserves of women’s intelligence in all the professions justify these emergency measures.

This basic sameness in ability is asserted by Friedan in a previous section:

Even if Freud of contemporaries considered women inferior by God-given, irrevocable nature, science does not justify such a view today. That inferiority, as we know, was caused by their lack of education, their confinement in the home. Today, when women’s equal intelligence has been proved by science, when their equal capacity in every sphere except sheer muscular strength has been demonstrated, a theory explicitly based on woman’s natural inferiority would seem as ridiculous as it is hypocritical.

Men in general are not mentioned too often in The Feminine Mystique, but Friedan suggests they’re not happy with the housewife arrangement:

[Women’s] active pursuit of the “home career” has resulted in a new kind of domination and aggression. To be a tool, the sex-instrument, the “man around the house,” is evidently no dream-come-true for a man. In March 1962, a reporter noted in Redbook a new phenomenon on the suburban scene: that “young fathers feel trapped”:

Many husbands feel that their wives, firmly quoting authorities on home management, child rearing and married love, have set up a tightly scheduled, narrowly conceived scheme of family living that leaves little room for a husband’s authority or point of view. (A husband said, “Since I’ve been married, I feel I’ve lost all my guts. I don’t feel like a man anymore. I’m still young, yet I don’t get much out of life. I don’t want advice, but I sometimes feel like something is bursting loose inside.”) The husbands named their wives as their chief source of frustration, superseding children, employers, finances, relatives, community and friends…The young father is no longer free to make his own mistakes or to swing his own weight in a family crisis. His wife, having just read Chapter VII, knows exactly what should be done.

It’s not surprising, when, Friedan mentions men’s benefit from challenging the feminine mystique.

I couldn’t define “liberation” for women in terms that denied the sexual and human reality of our need to love, and even sometimes depend upon, a man. What has to be changed was the obsolete feminine and masculine sex roles that dehumanized sex, making it almost impossible for women and men to make love, not war. How could we ever really know or love each other as long as we played those roles that kept us from knowing or being ourselves? Weren’t men as well as women still locked in lonely isolation, alienation, no matter how many sexual acrobatics they put their bodies through? Weren’t men dying too young, suppressing fears and tears and their own tenderness? It seemed to me that men weren’t really the enemy - they were fellow victims, suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.

It sounds familiar, right?

Idealistic portrayals of suffragettes and dismissal of sexual differences aside, the really eyeroll-inducing part was a comparison between housewives and prisoners of concentration camps. It spanned several paragraphs and was very unnecessary.

Friedan went on to co-found National Organization for Women, and I can’t comment on her further activism or writing. Taking this book in isolation, though, it doesn’t come off as vitriolic.

In the afterword, Friedan does have her “radicals are ruining feminism” moment:

I admired the flair of the young radicals when they got off the rhetoric of sex/class warfare and conducted actions like picketing the Miss America beauty contest in Atlantic City. But the media began to publicize, in more and more sensational terms, the more exhibitionist, down-with-men, down-with-marriage, down-with-childbearing rhetoric and actions. Those who preached the man-hating sex/class warfare threatened to take over the New York NOW and the national NOW and drive out the women who wanted equality but who also wanted to keep on loving their husbands and children. Kate Millett’s Sexual Politics was hailed as the ideology of sex/class warfare by those who claimed to be the radicals of the women’s movement. After the man-hating faction broke up the second Congress to Unite Women with hate talk, even violence, I heard a young radical say, “If I were an agent of the CIA and wanted to disrupt this movement, that’s just what I would do.”

In a way, it makes me sad and disappointed, because I feel that if at some early stage, with some crucial modifications (such as intellectual honesty and empathy), the movement could have been a positive egalitarian force.

But that’s not the way things unfolded.



Savon de purification et de désenvoûtement.
Ce savon est spécialement conçue pour vous permettre
de vous purifier et de vous désenvoûter de tout
esprit mauvais qui freine votre évolution, qui
bloque votre chance.Ce savon vous permet d’être sain
et de réaliser vos vœux les plus chères. Tout
utilisateur de savon va voir ses affaires prospérer
et sera combler de chance.Vous dont les affaires

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3 Fictional Characters That Describe Me

I was tagged by @winter-mystique​ (thanks!)

Jo March from Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women
(I’ve only read the book, so unless you want to see a gif of me thumbing through it…)

Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service

Originally posted by studioghifli

Jessie from Toy Story II  & III

Originally posted by tinibinib-blog

Anyone that sees this is free to snag it! I’m curious who you all identify with :D

Rules: Mark the ones your muse has done. Use your result as your post title. Please repost and don’t reblog!

Tagged by: @blindedleadingtheblind​ & @clawsandmotorcycles

Tagging:  Whoever else wants to!

[ x ] consumed alcohol
[ x ] slept in the same bed with someone of another gender
[ x ] slept in the same bed with someone of the same gender
[ x ] kissed someone of another gender
[ x ] had sex
[ x ] had someone in your room other than family
[ x ] seen porn
[ x ] bought porn
[ x ] tried drugs


[ x ] taken painkillers
[ x ] taken someone else’s prescription medicine
[ x ] lied to your parents
[ x ] lied to a friend
[ x ] snuck out of the house
[ x ] done something illegal
[ x ] felt hurt
[ x ] hurt someone
[ x ] wished someone to die
[ x ] seen someone die


[ x ] missed curfew
[ x ] stayed out all night
[ x ] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself
[ x ] been to a therapist
[ x  ] received a ticket
[  ] been to rehab
[  ] dyed your hair
[ x ] been in an accident
[ x ] been to a club
[ x ] been to a bar


[ x ] been to a wild party
[ x ] been to a Mardi Gras parade
[ x ] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night
[ x ] had a spring break in Florida
[ x ] sniffed anything
[ x ] wore black nail polish
[ x ] wore arm bands
[ x ] wore t-shirts with band names
[ x ] listened to rap


[ x ] dressed gothic
[ x ] dressed girly
[ x ] dressed punk
[ x ] dressed grunge
[ x ] stole something
[  ] been too drunk to remember anything
[ x ] blacked out
[  ] fainted
[ x ] had a crush on a neighbour


[ x ] had a crush on a friend
[ x ] been to a concert
[ x ] dry-humped someone; been dry humped
[ x ] been called a slut
[ x ] called someone a slut.
[ x ] installed speakers in a car
[ x ] broken a mirror
[ x ] showered at someone of another gender’s house
[ x ] brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush


[  ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper
[ x ] seen an R-rated movie
[ x ] cruised the mall
[  ] skipped school
[ x ] had surgery
[ x ] had an injury
[ x ] gone to court
[ x ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping
[ x ] caught something on fire.
[ x ] lied about your age


[ x ] owned/rented an apartment/house
[ x ] broke the law in the police’s presence
[ x ] made out with someone who had a GF/BF
[ x ] got in trouble with the police
[ x ] talked to a stranger
[ x ] hugged a stranger
[ x ] kissed a stranger
[ x ] rode in the car with a stranger
[ x ] been harassed
[ x ] been verbally harassed


[ x ] met face-to-face with someone you met online
[ x ] stayed online for 5+ hours straight
[ x ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight
[ x ] watched TV for 5 hours straight
[ x ] been to a fair
[ x ] been called a bad influence
[ x ] drank and drove
[  ] prank-called someone
[ x ] laid on a couch with someone of another gender
[ x ] cheated on a test


If you have 00-10 … write [I’m a goody-goody]
If you have 11-20 … write [I’m still a goody-goody]
If you have 21-30 … write [I’m average]
If you have 31-40 … write [I’m a bad kid]
If you have 41-50 … write [I’m a very bad influence]
If you have 51-60 … write [I’m a horrible person]
If you have 61-70 … write [I should be in jail]
If you have 71-80 … write [I should be dead]
If you have 81-90 … write [I got a ticket to Hell]