yay feminism!

anonymous asked:

"YAY FEMINISM. Now let's attack a woman for only tweeting her support for the movement!!" i swear to god people are so stupid

no they just care more about taylor swift than they actually care about or understand feminism

I just fucking unfollowed someone for this post about how Kylo is a “violent misogynist” bc it’s upsetting to me and my alter. Why do I have to see this shit on my pagan blog when I made a new blog to get away from that discourse? Anyway, apparently any male character who fights a female character on the opposite side of a war is a misogynist now. Apparently fighting a battle with someone who is clearly well-matched is “abuse.” If anything isn’t it sexist to act like Rey is a delicate flower who is at the mercy of Kylo? Apparently any man who is pitted against a woman in a fucking fantasy/scifi tale about space wizards is sexist? What?? Okay, so every superhero battle between a man and a woman is also automatically misogyny. Any movie about any woman fighting a man is misogyny. Because women are helpless flowers who are automatically oppressed by fighting a man. Yay, feminism.

I say “I am a feminist”
and you laugh
because “Women have rights already”

And while you laugh at this movement
you are laughing at the 15 million girls who will become child brides this year alone
you are laughing at the millions of young girls sold into sex slavery
and at the 70% of women in India who are victims of domestic violence
and at the one in five rape victims in the United States
and at all of the people in the world who are discriminated against
because of something as simple as their gender

and in turn, I laugh at you
for your lack of an understanding
towards a movement that affects you 
and everyone that you know and love

But I do not laugh at your rape jokes 
I do not laugh when you tell me to “Shut up and make you a sandwich”
I do not laugh at your utter negligence to an issue as important as this

Because basic human rights are not funny
The very real experiences of those victimized
solely due to their sex
is not laughable
The suffering of my entire gender
is not a fucking joke that you are allowed to make.

—  so stop treating it like it is. 

페미니즘 - Feminism 

페미니스트 - Feminist

평등 - Equality

불평등 - Inequality

동등한 권리 - Equal rights

성 평등 - Gender equality

성 - Gender

임금 격차 - Wage gap

불공정한 - Unfair

대표 - Representation

종교 - Religion

국적 - Nationality

성별/성잘 관심 - Sexuality

자유 - Freedom

민권 - Civil rights

믿음입니다 - Beliefs

특권 - Privilege

편견 - Prejudice

사회 - Society

A&R

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Edmund x Reader: Just a girl

Anonymous asked:
Hi! :) Could you write about a girl who travels to Narnia as well and just happens to beat both Edmund and Caspian in a sword fight? :D I just want to read about some girl power. xD But with the addition that she still won’t look down on them but is instead like “this just means I can also protect you two”? Thaaanks! :)

~Set in PC :) I hope you like it!~

“You know, I think we’d be so much better off if you’d just admit that I won.” 

“But you see, I am a man of honesty, your Highness.” 

Edmund raised an eyebrow, clutching the handle of his sword. “Honesty, Caspian? Honesty is nothing compared to the truth. And the truth is,” He took a step forward, “I won.” 

“Oh please.”

 The two boys turned around suddenly, hands still wrapped around their swords and feet still grounded. 

“Edmund, love, you wouldn’t know a winner if I shoved one in front of your face.”

You smirked, pointing your blade at the two. “But that would be impossible to do, seeing as there is no winner here.”

 Caspian frowned a little. “What are you on about?” 

You shrugged, twirling the grip of your sword through your fingers. Edmund’s eyes followed the movements. 

“Oh, nothing. Only that your methods of dueling are a lot more inconvenient than they are convenient. Which, might I say, is quite a waste of time.” 

Edmund snorted, slowly gaining more confidence as he pointed his sword at you mockingly. “Have you been spying on us?” 

You shrugged, raising your weapon as well. “Perhaps, Pevensie.” 

Then, without warning, you raised your sword and sent it crashing into Edmund’s. He, however, was ready.

 The metal of your swords collided and sent a ringing into the pure sky, one that made Caspian take a sharp step back. You swung your blade at Edmund’s cheek, causing him to jerk back slightly. You smirked at the minuscule scratch.

“You alright?” You asked sarcastically, dodging his sword as he attempted to mimic your blow. 

“I’m not losing to you.” Edmund muttered faintly, just loud enough for you to hear. 

You took a step towards the young King, moving your blade quicker and with more agility. “How so?”

 You made a sharp move, attacking the end of your opponent’s sword with your own. He was instantly disarmed, and standing there in shock like a scared puppy. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

Edmund rolled his eyes, muttering a small “Whatever” and stooping down to retrieve his sword. You smirked with pride. 

“No, really,” You continued, determined to embarrass him further, “How do you plan to win against me? I mean, it can’t be difficult, seeing as I am just a girl.” 

Edmund sighed, wiping his sword with his tunic to clean it. “You just love to bask in your own success, hm?”

“I mean, I can’t pretend I-” 

“Oh will you two just stop flirting?” 

The two of you turned to a very annoyed-and slightly intimidated-Caspian. 

“What?”

You took a threatening step forward. 

“Do you want to end up all flustered with your sword at your feet too?”

 Caspian’s eyes widened a little bit. He realized he had made a big mistake. “N-no. I can…uh…go back inside and-” 

“You aren’t going anywhere.” You tilted your head. “Not until you clash swords with me.”

 You could almost feel Edmund shudder behind you. It wasn’t like you had hurt him, but your swift and terrifyingly sharp movements were enough to scare anyone away. 

“I’d rather keep my life.” Caspian mumbled.

You smirked, dropping your sword onto the damp grass. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you two.”

 The two flushed boys avoided your eye. 

“Oh come on. Are you really that intimidated by a girl? Because she beat you in a fencing match?”

 They remained silent. You sighed, smiling a little now. “Look, all this means is that I’ll be able to protect you guys.” You picked up your sword, cleaning it on the grass.

“But it also means that I beat the King of Narnia in a sword fight.” You said under your breath, grinning to yourself.

One has seen the light!

Reformed feminist here. 

As far as I see it, I’m the same as a black person speaking out against BLM. Western feminism is toxic, biased, and completely hypocritical. 

As soon as I started raising funds for, and speaking out on behalf of, women in Islam, the feminist hoards bared their teeth. 

I considered that my rude wake up call, and thankfully found Youtubers like you, Some Black Guy, Chris Ray Gun, Shoe on head, and others who confirmed my waning indoctrinated belief systems.

Source https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYNIjmCrSno&lc=z13ei5tjitnye1mcx23lwf3ioynutresx

One of the ugly realities of being a woman in the medical field is that you’re more likely to be harassed by a patient/customer.

Most of it comes in the form of inappropriate comments (btw when it’s elderly people doing it, they basically get a free pass from most people because “those poor things must be so lonely”).

It makes me grateful for the men at my job who care in a big way. They have jumped between patients and co-workers, death glared at offenders, and even firmly escorted them out.

In a society where the common response is “well you must’ve done something to make them say/do that” I applaud the men who have our backs.

anonymous asked:

I don't know what's worse: the suggestion that GA/PM is a business arrangement or GA is only sleeping with him for titles. Seriously WTF. Guess she has nothing to do but prostituting herself to men and institution. Scully eye roll + Stella fuck offs are not enough to express the level of absurdity.

Right? I can’t wait for March and read the same anons gushing about the book ‘We’ and Yay!Feminism…

the moon’s breath

As if you were on fire from within / The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
– Pablo Neruda

they say that people like me

have too many empty spaces, that
we spend our lives trying to fill them but

let me tell you about my body, tell you
how it waxes and wanes like the moon 
breathes every twenty-nine days and 

shines a different way each week of the
month. there are days when my womb burns
with the fire of the sun and you will only
sometimes see it in my face, only when
the angles of moon, sun, and earth are just 

right. they say that people like me 
have too many empty spaces, that we 
bleed because we are not whole. they
don’t know that the moon lives in the 
lining of our skin. 

10 Things Every Woman Should Know

1. Contrary to popular belief, confidence is not a point on a map or something that kicks in once you hit a certain age. It’s more like a spot of sunlight you have to keep running to keep up with. When you wake up, chase it. Swallow down the light. Feel it on your tongue and in your belly. Flowers will bloom in your lungs. Every time you speak, let gold dribble down your chin. Accept more light across your cheeks, your chest, and your tummy than you think you deserve.


2. Find that special place that only you know. The sound of your footfalls on the pavement, your hands around wet clay, the click of knitting needles, water on the edges of a boat, the throaty hum of a guitar against your ribs, the weathered pages of a book. No one has a key to that place but you. Escape there when you need to.


3. Love whoever the hell you want. Give your heart and take it back as many times as you need until it feels right.


 4. You are not your mistakes, you are not your disease, you are not your faults, you are not your broken places. You are built instead of all the glittering instances where you clawed your way out with bloody fingernails and rose again a new woman. Each piece fits together to craft the armor that protects you, brilliant as the sun and hard as dragon scales.


 5. Nobody cares what boys like to hold at night. The size of your waist means nothing. You are an idol, sculpted of volcanic stone, whose ribs splay back like waiting hands, waiting for the world to pour its secrets into. You are a divine hunter. A force of nature. You are the altar the sun falls to its knees in front of. You are the apex of a storm, and numbers have no home in you. 


 6. Be unflinching, unwavering, unapologetic. The world may mistake your bravery for arrogance. Let it. Better they think of you as something to fear than something to break. 


7. Apologize only when you have hurt someone. Never apologize when they’ve hurt you. 


 8. Learn to accept praise without discounting it. You deserve a cape of compliments that doesn’t unravel every time you tug at a thread. Pull the stitches tight. Own your strength and your beauty. Let them call attention to it and be unafraid of the sunlight when it finds you 


 9. Your preferences are your own, your mind is your own, your sexuality is your own, your body is your own. Never let anyone or anything take that autonomy from you. 


 10. We are queens and warriors and divine creatures, but self-worth eludes us. The sun gets harder and harder to chase every day. There are so many answers, but listen to the one that screams in your head to keep running. Lace up your armor and remind yourself each morning you wake that you are another day lovelier and wiser than the last. And even when everything is dark and you feel like you can’t catch your breath, repeat after me:I am enough. I am enough. I will always be enough.