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They forgot that we are Women

They called her a know-it-all. They told her that she was annoying and would never have any friends. They told her she was a mudblood, not worthy to flourish a wand or brew a potion or stand beside the ones they called purebloods. They told her she couldn’t. They forgot that she was persistence, she was strength, that the most important things were friendship and bravery. They forgot that she was Hermione Granger.

They called her crazy. They told her that she would never be anything more than the loony girl who read the quibbler, that crumple-horned snorcacks and nargles were fairytales her father told her to help her get to sleep. They told her that she would never fit in. They forgot that she didn’t want to fit in, that she was secret wisdom and serenity, that they were just as sane as she was. They forgot that she was Luna Lovegood.

They called her small. They told her that she was overshadowed by her brothers, that she was a slut who dated too many boys and who loved the Boy Who Lived because he brought her recognition. They forgot that she didn’t need a boy to bring her recognition, that quidditch and power and rebellion and the bat-bogey hex flowed in her veins. They forgot that anything was possible if you’ve got enough nerve. They forgot that she was Ginny Weasley.

They called her needy. They told her she was clingy and useless and that she needed a boy to define her. They forgot that she truly loved him, she just didn’t know how to show it. They forgot that even though she was afraid, she fought and died for her friends. They forgot that she was Lavender Brown.

They called her self-absorbed. They tpld her she had no right to be in Gryffindor, that she was a sucker for attention from professors like Trelawney, that Harry Potter had only taken her to the Yule Ball because he had no one else to take. They forgot that she was intelligence and small doses of courage and a true friend. They forgot that she was the prettiest girl in her year. They forgot that she was Parvati Patil.

They called her shallow. They told  her that she was gorgeous only on the outside, that she was stuck-up and patronizing. They forgot that she would die for the ones she loved, that looks meant nothing to her, that she was as much a fairy princess as they were. They forgot that she was Fleur Delacour.

They called her weak. They told her to get over her tears, that she would be happy again if she only tried, that she wouldn’t survive a storm. They forgot that she was the storm, that she was hidden strength, that her fury was as strong as her sorrow. They forgot that even if they had the emotional range of a teaspoon, she didn’t. They forgot that she was Cho Chang.

They called us many names

but they forgot that we are W O M E N

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anonymous asked:

PLEASE stop posting the white devil emma Watson. PLEASE. I will pay u. I will give u my first born child. Watson has made men a priority in feminism and rewards men for doing the bare minimum. Which is insulting to every gender. She's got some REAL messed up stuff going on.

Look, I’m all for calling out White Feminism at every turn, and I have, but SJblur nitpicking on every white feminist they see and when you start calling them the White Devil coz you don’t fully agree with or misunderstand them, you already lost the argument. She didn’t kill nobody, nor advocated violence on anyone, so take it down several notches. 

first of, she’s a UN Goodwill Ambassador for UN Women. Her main job is to use her popularity to give speeches actual experts and professionals on gender equality wrote for her, because if these experts give the same speech, no one will pay attention; but if she does, people will. Same thing that other celebrities do who are tapped to be UN Ambassadors: Angelina Jolie on refugees, George Clooney on South Sudan, Leonardo di Caprio on Climate Change, etc. 

No celebrity chosen as UN Goodwill Ambassador are chosen for their expertise in the field, they are chosen because when they speak people pay attention. Those truly invested in the cause will sit on meetings or go on the field when they’re not making a movie, but their role as spokeperson remains. Their words are not their words, most of the time they are basically the executive summaries of UN reports. 

Emma Watson’s UN speech was criticized as feminism 101, and it was, but to expect she gives a graduate seminar on feminism with her limited speaking time is imo ludicrous. She’s paid very well but that’s still above her pay grade. The main purpose of her speech was to get attention from the public, generate political will from lawmakers, and fundraise a shit ton of money for the cause. 

And via the HeForShe Campaign, she was able to do that very successfully. She got powerful men from President Barack Obama to the President of Seira Leonne to not just make a commitment to gender equality but have their governments actually invest in gender equality programs in their own countries and/or give more foreign aid to women’s empowerment programs.

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Olicity: Return to Me

normalisjustafairytale said: On the prompt front, 4 n 1 quickie of four times Oliver tried to win her back and one time he succeeded. All the fluffy things that make Felicity weak at the knees.

The mug finds itself a home on her desk with a minuscule ‘thud’ that she almost misses beneath the furious hammering of her fingers against the keyboard. They’ve been searching for Darhk so intensely the last few days that she’s not entirely certain she’s slept in the last forty-eight hours, which would be far easier to work out if she’d paid attention to the time they actually started this insane manhunt. Now, all she knows is that she’s exhausted, that she can’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom, and that she’s not entirely certain if that smell is coming from her or not.

But she knows that she’s under-caffeinated and thirsty as hell, so the acknowledgement of the mug at her side comes at the same moment the delicious aroma of coffee sends a wash of relaxation through her, however temporarily. 

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upon rewatch i have come to the conclusion that wendy and lucy (2008) dir. kelly reichardt is an underrated masterpiece that not only showcases the heartbreaking story of a woman and her dog but also explores themes like the difficulty of mobility for women, the patriarchal societal norms that subordinate women from upward mobility, and the crippling amount of safety women are allotted in public spaces

Types of People at the Nagar Kirtan

The Vaisakhi season is nearing an end, and with it, many Sikhs all over the diapsora may have attended their local nagar kirtans. In case you haven’t though, here are some of the people the Nagar Kirtan features:

1. The Foodie: Forget the birth of the Khalsa, the agriculture new year, or the harvest, these people are here for one thing and one thing only, FOOD. One can find these species in their natural habitat, shovelling spoonfuls of chholai, chaat, and anything else you can think of beside the numerous tents that pop up overnight. Please also note the hoarder foodie, with stacks on stacks on stacks of pakorai, samosai, and pizza to take along for the road.

2. Mr. Entrepreneur: You know that whole “selfless” part of doing seva? Yeaaahhhh, this person didn’t get the memo. They greet you with their company slogan as they wear their company shirt and virtually everything, from the napkins to the cutlery, at their langar stall has stickers of their A1 First Class Super Duper Number 1 Chat Patt Dhamakedaar Sweet Shop Movie Rentals and Grandma Cardigans. Be prepared for product placement on steroids.

3. The Stroller Warriors: These people (not just women y'all) use their child’s mobile devise as a weapon of mass heel destruction to get you out of their way. Awweee, you’re wearing your new Punjabi juthi straight from that boutique in Patiala? Too bad, because the strolley gonn’ be all up on that shoe. These people have places to go, and they do not care if the back of your feet get bloodied up. Beware.

4. Punjab’s Next Top Model: Speaking of missed memos, this person has forgotten that a Nagar Kirtan is a mobile occassion with an entire parade route and everything. Yet, they insist to wear the highest heels, and the tightest tube-bottomed kameez/kurta. Makeup fit for a bride, parandi swag on point, Rayban shades in hand, she be lookin’ fierce! I’m actually slightly jealous (even as a guy) at how awesome she looks. Only problem is, she can’t walk more than 1/668997099 of the Nagar Kirtan route.

5. Marathon Nagar Kirtaner: In contrast to the one above, this person has taken the whole walking scenario too far. Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husband cuz they be pushing everyone out there. Their fast walking through the sangat, snaking around bibiyaan, breaking open the held hands of mothers and their children, and push away old uncles just to get ahead. Hint hint, THE NAGAR KIRTAN IS NOT A RACE. You are now walking in a line geopgraphically in front of a bunch of pushed and mangled people. Would you like a cookie?

6. The Rebels Without a Cause: We call ‘em Surrey Jacks in my neck of the woods. They’re decked up with their $986969.99 track suits, Gucci murses, rumaals barely covering their heads, and they all walk in a herd. Forget family fun time, these peeps be mean mugging every other jack that walks by. They stake their territory and they commence their litany of “yooooo,” “budddyyyyy,” and “youuuu that’s so clutch yoooo.” Not to mention, this area has now become Shaadi.com, minus the shaadi part, and minus the security of being behind a digital screen.

7. But First, Let Me Take A Selfie: Compleeeettteeellllyyyy guilty of this one myself. Yes, we are addicted to taking pictures of myself, and hey my dumalla was ON POINT that day. However, it can be a nuisance to those who are walking behind you, and you’re just giving the stroller warrior an excuse to massacre your feet. Move to the side of the road, then take selfies. 

8. EVIL BIBIYAAN: Last, but certainly not least, are our lovable, adorable, pushing machines. Are you standing in line for that bread pakora? Well now you’re being pushed straight into the karahi because the bibi needs to get her grub on. Want a moment of solitude with the King of Kings, as Guru Sahib’s float passes by? Nice try, bibi’s gotta get her parshaad on. Whether you be walking in the procession, waiting in line, or just plane standing on the sidewalk, the razor sharp elbows of the bibiyaan WILL pierce your sides. Do not be fooled by their “puths” and their innocent laughs, they know they pushed you and caused 50 people to fall on top of one another. She knows she just littered styrofoam all over the street instead of throwing it in the nearby garbage bag. She knows she just turned your kidney into a pâté with her elbow, but you know, she’s a cute short sweet looking bibi, so she can probably get away with murder if she wants to.

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In all seriousness though, I absolutely love Vaisakhi. However, there are people who ruin the experience of others in the sangat due to their own actions. Let’s please be considerate and keep the sanctity of this day in mind.

April is month that is like few others in the Sikh community. No matter what jathebandi you are, not matter if you’re amritdhari or not, no matter what your knowledge level of Sikhi is, the Vaisakhi season brings us all together under one Kesri Nishaan of our Dasam Pitaa Ji. Therefore, let’s all act like a family and watch out for one another. A very happy belated Vaisakhi and hope you have fun at your Nagar Kirtan if it has not happened yet.

This is just a parody and was not meant to hurt any sentiments. :)