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#EqualPayDay: It’s not a myth. Women are missing from the highest-paid jobs

If it’s a high-paid job, chances are you won’t find a woman in it.

That’s the conclusion of a LinkedIn analysis, prepared for Equal Pay Day on Tuesday, of how women fared in the top 100 highest-paying jobs in the U.S. On average, women make up less than 30% of employees in each role. Among the highest-paid roles, only three of them employ more women than men — all within human resource roles.

“Parity has been an uneven and slow progress,” says Paul Ko, head of economic graph analysis at LinkedIn.

The disparity is pronounced in the upper echelons of tech leadership, where females are underrepresented as chief technology officer (5%), vice president of engineering (5%) and director of system engineering (7%) roles.

Maybe she’s born with it,
Maybe it’s gender stereotypes.
Unwritten rules she has been taught to follow since she learned the word no.
Hold your tongue
Keep your back arched
Don’t open your legs to wide
Don’t keep them to tight
Don’t show too much cleavage
Don’t wear collars that are up to your neck
But I don’t need to wear something that will choke my neck when this patriarchal society already has one hand gripping onto my vocal chords,
Begging me do not speak because someone might finally reveal the truth.
99 percent of women in western societies have experienced sexual harassment by just walking down the street;
Hey baby you’re looking fine today-
Don’t touch me
But you’re beautiful-
I said don’t touch me
I know you want it-
I said-
Take a compliment!
My sociology teacher told us to read an article about sluts
It was a man who wrote it
It was a man who talked about how young girls are wearing things they should not wear
How about men are writing about things they should not be writing about.
Boys are out here stealing girls first kisses;
Her name was Virginia
But it sounded like virginity so he thought he could just take that too.
Rapists rape people not clothing.
Unwritten rules she has been taught to follow since she learned the word no.
Put your head down
Keep your head up
Play hard to get boys like a challenge
But don’t play too hard cause sports aren’t for girls
Boys seem to think that just because they use the pro noun he means that they are more important than she is.
I’m getting pretty sick of boys demanding I open my mouth for them before I can open my mouth for me just to speak.
And just remember, sexism doesn’t exist because a few decades ago women were granted the ability to put a check mark in a box beside the name of the next man who would get to order them around.
Unwritten rules she has been taught to follow since she learned the word no.
Learn how to put on makeup
But don’t wear to much
10 ways how to please your man
But if you do you’re a slut
Ladies don’t swear
Well listen here asshole
My gender does not limit my vocabulary.
And you do not control what comes out of my mouth.
And you do not control how I live my life.
They thought they got rid of dictatorship,
Well wouldn’t you know men didn’t get the memo.
Just like they never learned the word no.

Maybe She’s Born With It

aka A Slam Poem for All Girls Because Since 76% Of Main Characters in Movies/TV Are Men, You Finally Get Something That Is Just For You.

And watch the performance here: http://youtu.be/KAQmgvd17hI

Some of the actresses of Asian descent suggested for Kate Bishop, inspired by the “Kate Bishop is Asian” movement on tumblr. “Non-specified” does not mean white and the MCU needs more women of colour, stat.

Arden Cho
Naomi Scott
Malese Jow
Afshan Azad
Tiffany Espensen
Nicole Gale Anderson
Tanaya Beatty
Sydney Park
Ashley Argota
Neha Sharma
Hailee Steinfeld
Brenda Song

soulsoaker  asked:

the commonly cited "Asian women get paid more than white men/women" stat falls apart the moment you break it down by ethnicity (like most stats about Asians) so I'd be careful about sharing stuff about Asian women/wage gap

Don’t worry sib, I got you!

• I posted this yesterday which breaks down Asian American and Pacific Islander women’s wage gap by ethnicity.

• And I posted this on March 7th (AAPI Women’s Equal Pay Day). The link inside that one is much more detailed than the post I made yesterday.

I don’t believe in the “Asian American women make 85 cents” statement either because it’s misleading and groups everyone together. Hope this helps.

Angry Asian Guy


This comic by Kata Kane ( @altar-girl​ ) from the book is all about finding your inner strengths through D&D. It flows so nicely into this illustration by rock star @careydraws, one of the five fab artists contributing splash pages to Dirty Diamonds #7: Imagination! GAIN XP AND SHARE!

The need for women behind the camera isn’t mere tokenism; the sex of the director makes a difference in who is shown on camera and how. According to one study, only 28 percent of speaking characters were female in films with exclusively male directors and writers. The presence of at least one female director and/or writer made that figure jump to 37 percent. The numbers are even starker when it comes to the sex of protagonists. Of movies with a female director or writer, 39 percent of the protagonists were female. When the director and writers were exclusively male, just 4 percent of protagonists were women.
—  Melissa Silverstein in her op-ed for The Washington Post 

Women are shut out of directing roles, and it’s hurting movies

Not a request, but a oneshot I was dying to do since seeing that beard. This is also fuelled by the collective beard fantasies/conversations with @momis30 @thedevilsmomma and a few anons. 


“Should I get a skin fade or leave a bit of stubble?” Roman asked nonchalantly as if asking what the weather’s like for the day.

Y/N lowered her magazine and eyed him wearily, “In terms of what?”

“Beard,” he said, speaking with his hands before resting them on her legs that lay on his lap.

But Y/N sat up and intensified her stare, shaking her head in confusion, “Ummm and why would you do that?”

Roman noticed the stress in her voice as she challenged him. He stroked the beard, thinking of a good way to word it. He knew how much she loved it.

“It’s getting hotter, I can’t cope with a damn forest on my face,”

“Babe, we’re in Florida. It’s hot every day of the year, bullshit, don’t you even dare,”

“It’s my beard,” he mumbled, pulling a childish face.


“I said you’re right,” he winked. “Nah but for real, I need to get it trimmed for that GQ shoot,”

“Fuck them, y'can’t shave it. I need you to keep it!”

“You wanna tell them that for me?” he smiled.

“Hell yeah, me and a load of other women, I’ve checked the stats, I know I have a backing,” Y/N said confidently, putting the magazine down.

This was serious business.

“Keep it please? I rarely ask for favours, do this one for me,”

“For what reason?”

“Other than you look so frickin’ sexy?” She asked, biting her lip as she admired him, always, with or without the beard. “It feels so good when you kiss me…”

“So you want me to keep it just for kissing?”

She shook her head no and climbed on his lap, straddling him and cupping his face.

“Noo, you look hella good with it, and without. But with it, you’re like the equivalent of a man in a suit, it does things to me,”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, shooting his brow up. “Things like what?”

“Inspiring a looot of dirty thoughts,” she whispered in his ear before nibbling and gyrating against him. “Wanna hear what else?”

“Uhhh yeah, I guess so, maybe one or two,” he said tryna act cool about the whole thing, but he was dying inside, aroused by the mere prospect of her being turned on.

“I love it when it grazes my thighs when you go down on me,” she said daringly, watching him for his response.

He smirked, and shifted slightly in his seat, “I believe you told me this before,”

“Have I also told you that it feels nice on my pussy?”

“Dirty girl.  I mean, I forgot, but we can always reenact this, jig my memory a bit,”

“Yes, and for demonstration purposes,” she hissed.

He rolled her over onto her back, not wasting anytime, he put his hand down boy-shorts before looking up and giving her a ‘really’ look. She smiled, biting on her finger seductively.

“Oops,” she shrugged with a giggle.

He groaned and sat up for a second, slipping them off and admired how wet she was for him. So pretty, ready and welcoming.

“Y'know what it does to me when you don’t wear any panties,”

“And y'know what it does to me when you grow your beard,” she retorted.

He licked his lips and grabbed her legs, drawing her closer to him. He leant down and kissed her, distracting her and slipped himself inside her. She moaned in his mouth, accidentally biting his lip as he rested all the way inside her. He pulled away and gazed down at her, expecting to see the disappointment or frustration for not going down on her first, but she looked satiated, waiting for him to rock into her.

“C'mon baby,” she urged, her legs wrapping around his waist and egging him on.

He followed command, gyrating slowly but with power, filling her all the way in each time. She gasped in his ear with each thrust, nibbling her neck, biting her ear and then back down to her neck. And when he took a break from that, he was nuzzling against her neck, his beard rubbing against her smooth skin.

When he felt her walls contract and her nails digging into his biceps, he pulled out slowly, much to her disappointment. His body tightened at the cry that left her lips.

“Roman,” she whined, vocalising her disappointment.

“What sweetie?” he feigned oblivion, his voice light.

“Y'know what, I was gonna cum,”

“Too bad,” he smirked deviously at her and winked.

He began the trail at her décolletage, peppering her body with kisses, enough to make her forget the missed orgasm. She shivered as he descended on her body, he was sucking her breasts tenderly one second, the next, he was at her naval, or tracing the line where her thighs joined the rest of her body.

Her mouth watered at the promise of his lips on hers, drinking from her fountain, suckling, nibbling and biting. And he did just that. Her legs tightened around him, securing him in place as he nibbled at her nub. With each tug, his beard grazed the inside of her thighs. She trembled at the feeling, automatically gripping his hair in a balled fist. He lapped at her again, enjoying her sweet romantic serenades she was blessing him with.

“Fuuuuck,” she squealed, her back lifting off the couch.

He flicked his tongue at her nub, then sucked it gently until he felt her legs shaking, before relocating to her opening where she oozed out, trickling into his mouth. He suckled at her, wrapping his lips around her and enjoying each taste. She found her back lifting off the couch and grip on him tightening. And as hers did, so did his on her thighs. She was gonna hate him tomorrow for this, for that beard that lusciously caressed her skin, with a prickly graze.

“I know you’re cumming,” he commented, eyeing her up from his position as he feasted on her, tasting every inch of her sweet flesh.

She nodded in response, her thighs clamped tighter around him so she could savour that facial hair on her skin. She rolled her hips emphatically beneath him, because she couldn’t get enough but she wanted to come undone at the same time. He was in no rush so he continued at his pace, and thought to spice things up a little bit more. He dipped his index finger in there, then another followed.

“Roman…baby…fuck,” she shrieked, attempting to free herself from him to get a moment to breathe and recuperate from
the sensory overload.

The pinpricks of his beard brushing over her wet folds sent her over the edge, stimulating her clitoris and he felt the effect of it when her walls clenched around his fingers.

“Do that again,” she begged.

“Mhhh?” he asked, intentionally so that he could vibrate against her.

“Do it again…I wanna feel your beard on me,” she managed to say in between breathy moans. “Yes! Yes! Yessss!”

He obeyed his woman, watching her as he did so, how she fell apart with that gesture alone, even though it was her own command. He could see the impending agonising yet blissful release building up in her, so he was gonna give it to her.

“Come for me,”

“You’re…uhhh…touching…” touching her g-spot, she wanted to moan but the words escaped her.

His fingers mimicked his shaft; separating her lips and stroking her as he lapped at her simultaneously.  He gazed up from between her legs, wondering why she’d let go of his hair and saw that she’d closed her eyes and pinched her stiff nipples, rubbing them between her two fingers. She could have sworn she’d just touched the sky. He grabbed one of her hands and replaced it with his mouth, and then she came; thrusting her body upwards into him. She trembled, and gasped, too weak to scream any profanities, even as she watched him suck her juices off his fingers, and her lower half tingled from the constant friction. It was so worth it.

“Well…” she began, speechless. “Wow,”

“You okay?” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” she reciprocated the chuckle, lost in thought. “Give me a minute baby, I need to catch my breath,”

“Who said this show’s about me?” he questioned her before curling his arm around her, hurling her into a sitting position.

And when she realised just what was happening, she could’ve sworn she’d cum at the thought alone.

“Oh jheeze,” she cried, holding onto the couch head rest as he helped her lower her.

“Uhhh…oh my fucking Go- Roman!” she thrushed against him, rolling her hips on him frantically as her lips seperated at the mercy of his tongue; his beard freely brushing against it. This was heaven. It was pure bliss.


Y/N sat at her desk at work the following morning, fidgetting as she struggled to find a comfortable position. Her legs ached. Her thighs ached. Her thighs burnt. Her pussy felt sore, all from the intensive session last night.

She’d complain, really she would, had the pain not derived from a such a euphoric night. The lasting bittersweet pain of his beard grazing whatever part of her skin it made contact with, made her salivate at the mouth, wanting to do it all over again. Right there. On her office desk, legs splayed out for him as he brought her right to the edge of the table and feasted on her like he did last night. But she glanced up and counted four and a half more hours until she’d go home.

Y/N: 😔😔😔😔

Roman: What’s up? 😕

Y/N: I can’t sit down properly

Y/N: And I’m walking like a freshly fucked virgin. I’m so sore.

Y/N: Help! People at work keep asking me what’s wrong

Roman: LOOL! 😏 what can I say?

Y/N: 🙄😒

Roman: 😏😛👅👅

Y/N: Seriously, fuck you

Roman: Poor choice of words

Y/N: I’m using leg day as an excuse for walking funny 😔

Roman: Lame. Tell them what really happened

Y/N: Fuck off

Roman: 👀👅👅👅👅👅

Y/N: I hate you and your stupid beard

Roman: You weren’t saying that when you were sitting on my face though. It’s fine, I’ll get rid of it.

Y/N: NO! NO! Keep it around…for demonstration purposes

Roman: We’ll see

Y/N: Please?

Roman: 😏😏😏😏 If I keep it, it’s for my fans…not you, y'don’t deserve it

Y/N: Same time tonight?

Roman: Fuck yeah!

Sania Mirza and Martina Hingis | Wuhan Open 2015 Champions
↳ def. Irina Camelia Begu/Monica Niculescu 6-2, 6-3

  • 7th title as a doubles team, all won in 2015 (after  Indian Wells, Miami, Charleston, Wimbledon, US Open and Guangzhou)
  • 30th doubles title for Mirza, 48th doubles title for Hingis
  • won the title without dropping any sets

The Most Popular N.F.L. Player Among Women Is…

With Week 7 of the NFL season about to begin, the DICK’S Sporting Goods Jersey Report is tracking which jerseys female fans are wearing across the country based off of the top-selling jersey among women in each state. Read more >

Women get essentially zero credit for the collaborative work with men. Papers written by women in collaboration with both a male and female co-author yield partial credit. It is only when women write with other women that they are given full credit. These differences are statistically significant.

anonymous asked:

and ofc u dont want to drop the b, you want to keep your lips pasted to lesbian ass bc no bi girl with a slightly functioning brain would date you. drop the b benefits us more bc we're more visible & there's more of us. the lesbians cant do shit without us on a grand scale and they know it. they treat us like shit and get so shook with that "85% of bis women marry men" stat lmao. most of them are alone lmao, sorry we have more choices. :) you're batting for the losing team, mermaid. how sad

you can just say “i hate lesbians” with less words


Some of the actresses of colour suggested by tumblr for Mary Jane Watson, made in accompaniment to the Spiderman lineup. Because examples of interracial couples that don’t include white people are in short supply and the MCU needs more women of colour, stat.

Zoe Kravitz
Shay Mitchell
Lindsey Morgan
Anna Diop
Afshan Azad
Q’orianka Kilcher
Harmony Santana
Cierra Ramirez
Ashley Argota
Antonia Thomas 


Sania Mirza and Martina Hingis | Wimbledon 2015 Champions
↳ def. Ekaterina Makarova/Elena Vesnina 5-7, 7-6(4), 7-5

  • 4th title together as a doubles pair (after Indian Wells ‘15, Miami ‘15, Charleston ‘15)
  • 1st Grand Slam title as a doubles pair
  • 46th doubles title for Hingis, 27th doubles title for Mirza
  • 1st women’s doubles Slam title for Mirza (has won 3 mixed doubles Slam titles)
  • 10th women’s doubles Slam title for Hingis (has won 2 mixed doubles Slam titles)