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It’s stuff like this that makes me so sad that I’m allergic to cinnamon. I might make this and just skip the cinnamon!

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I debated whether or not to share this story.

And then I debated whether or not to put it on Tumblr…but I decided it was important. Because in my own way, I can (unfortunately) point out exactly what is wrong with men when they don’t realize how hard it is to be a woman. How we do not have equal opportunities and freedoms in everyday life. How most men, even good caring men, have no clue what we go through on a daily basis just trying to live our lives.

So here goes.

I often ride the Metro when I commute from North Hollywood to Long Beach in order to save money. I bring a book, pointedly wear a ring on my ring finger to imply I’m married (I’m not) and keep to myself.

Without fail, I am aggressively approached by men on at least half of these commutes. The most common approach is to walk up to where I am sitting with body language that practically screams LEAVE ME ALONE and sit down next to me or as close to me as possible, when the train is not crowded and there are many empty rows. Sometimes an overly friendly arm is draped over the railing behind me, or they attempt to lean in close to talk to me as if we are old friends. Without fail, the man or boy in question will lean to close and ask me

What are you reading?

Is that a good book?

What’s that book about?

This serves the double purpose of getting my attention and trapping me in a conversation. If I stop reading the book I enjoy to talk to you, random stranger, you hit on me or just stay way too close to me. If I tell you to leave me alone, you get mad at me. Because I somehow, as a woman, owe you conversation.

Tonight when I boarded the train in Long Beach at 10:30pm, it started up right away. I was not on the train more than three minutes before three boys who looked eighteen sat in the row behind me and leaned over the seats into my personal space, close enough to breathe on me. The one with his arm draped over onto the back of my seat asked me–surprise– “what are you reading?” I went through my usual routine. I told them loudly and firmly that I wanted to be left alone to read my book. They got angry. I was told “Why are you going to be like that? I just wanted to talk!” His friends start laughing at me and they don’t move, telling me come on! and why are you gonna be like that? until I tell them to leave me the fuck alone, stand up, and move to the front of the car near the three other people on the train, a couple and a business man in a suit. They spend the next two stops shouting at me from the back of the car, alternating between trying to sound flirtatious and making fun of me, shouting “I bet she’s reading Stephanie Meyer! I bet she’s reading Twilight or some shit! You reading Twilight or some shit?”

They exit the train at the next stop, and I’m relieved. The train is going out of service at the next station, so we all exit to board a new train to Los Angeles. As we board, the business man steps aside to let me go through the door first and asks me if those guys were bothering me. I say yes, that it happens all the time, and he tells he’ll beat them up for me if they come back. He is a nice person who talks to me like I’m a human being instead of a walking pair of tits, and I make a mental note: This is how a real man talks to a woman on a train.

The business man and the couple exit our new Blue Line train an exit or so later, and I think my night is ending on a good note. A seemingly normal man enters the train with his bicycle. At this point I am three rows from the front of the car, another man was sitting near the back of the car, and the rest of the car is empty. Bicycle Man walks halfway down the row, and settles into the seat directly opposite me. Perfect, I think. Twice in one night.

It’s not the first time I’ve been bothered multiple times. As such, I’m still amped from the teenagers on the first train. So when this man leans across the aisle into my personal space and asks me, yes, what are you reading, I assertively but calmly tell him to please leave me alone, I am reading. The man stands up, moving to the front and muttering angrily over his shoulder that it isn’t his fault I’m pretty.

Yes. Exactly that. I am the bad person in this situation because somehow this is all my fault. I started this by being attractive. I am making a mental note to bitch about this to my friends later. I go so far as to write it down so I know I’m remembering it properly.

It is at this exact moment I realize Bicycle Man is not taking it well. The seemingly annoying but normal man a moment before is now talking to himself, becoming agitated. In my years of being bothered by total strangers, I have learned how to hold a book and seem to be reading while taking in everything around me. He is glaring at me, and says out loud in an angry baby talk voice “PLEASELEAVEMEALONEI'MREADING. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALOOOONE.”

Then he’s up out of his seat and things go from bad to worse. He begins pacing back and forth in front of his bike, alternating between screaming something about his mother being dead and calling me a slut, a hoe, a bitch. I am frozen in place. There is one other person in the car, and I’m not sure if trying to change seats will draw more attention to me or less. I trust my instincts and show no fear, doing my best to appear to be calmly reading my book, never once looking up to acknowledge the abuse he’s hurling at me. There are four stops left until we reach the main downtown station where there are lights and security officers. Those four stops are virtually abandoned, and I have no guarantee that leaving to wait for another train won’t motivate him to leave the train as well, leaving us potentially alone at a metro station platform just outside of Compton. I’m frozen in place, trying to plan what I’m going to do if he decides to take all this rage directly to me. I’m ready to kick him, scream, make enough noise that he panics and flees.

At this point he’s punching the walls and doors of the train, screaming at me. He stares me full in the face and screams

SUCK MY DICK, BITCH

YOU BITCH

YOU STUPID BITCH

YOU GODDAMN HO

IF I HAD A GUN I’D SHOOT YOU

I WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH

This went on for two stops. No one came to see what was happening. The man in the last row was as frozen as I was. I’m not angry he didn’t come to my defense. He was smaller, older, and frailer-looking than I was. Again, I was worried if I got up, I would be turning my back on him to walk down the aisle. In the state he was in, I had no guarantee it wouldn’t get physical, and I had more physical strength with my back to the window and feet in kicking position where I was. If he had chosen to assault me, I would only be making it easier for him by standing up and putting myself directly in his path. On and on, over and over, he screamed at me, screamed at his dead mother, screamed at me again.

The moment we reached the downtown station, I was out the door and down the stairs. I still had to catch a connecting train to North Hollywood, and made sure there was no sign of Bicycle Man before I entered the car. That’s when I finally starting shaking, and almost threw up. By the time I exited the Red Line and reached my car I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Even now, in my own home, my hands are still shaking and for some reason the stress has made my back muscles feel cold and numb. From all the tension, I can only assume. I can’t eat anything, I still feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t cried so much, so hard I still have the headache.

So when people (men) want to talk about “legitimate” forms of assault, tell girls they should be nice to strangers and give men the benefit of a doubt, tell them to consider it a compliment, tell them to ignore the bad behavior of men, I want them to be forced to feel, for even one minute, what it feels like to have so much verbal hatred and physical intimidation thrown at them for nothing more than being female and not wanting to share.

I just wanted to read my book.

It’s not my fault I’m pretty.

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“so are you a top or a bottom?”

two tops? you get a mountain. two bottoms? VALLEY BRO

i don’t know anything about geology

asymbina

Are you (Mg,Fe2+)2(Mg,Fe2+)5Si8O22(OH)2?

I had to google that and i swear to fuck I will kill you

I don’t know what I expected….

im not a christian but at this point i want jesus christ himself to descend from the afterlife to take the microphone out of trump’s hands and say “are yall fuckin serious”

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Imagine how much Trump would hate that, having a Middle Eastern man interrupt him.

a middle eastern jewish man

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A middle eastern jewish man born in Palestine who gave away free healthcare and chased capitalists with a whip.

This video pisses me off because everything about it is perfect. It’s extremely well shot and composed. Every decision that went into it from the choreographed sunglasses throw to the bass boosted Nickelback seems deliberate and incapable of improvement.

Nothing I ever make will be better than 12 second long shitpost.

raphmike

I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS

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I love this

ben-the-hyena

pI WAS JUST LOOKING FORWARD IT BUT DIDN’T HAVE TO TYPE IT, MY DASHBOARD SHOWED IT WOOHOO

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NET NEUTRALITY HAS JUST BEEN REPEALED:

But, our battle for Net Neutrality does not end right there.

They still have to go to court for it, and Congress’s bill to Save Net Neutrality will save it.

There is still faith, and hope for Net Neutrality to live.

KEEP FIGHTING.

KEEP FIGHTING FOR OUR FREE AND OPEN INTERNET!

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Well, today is the day we find out if YouTube will be $5.00 extra… Or if a Tumblr post will be 0.10 cents, reblog 0.15 cents, like for 0.05 cents. Pandora, Spotify, Google Music and iTunes be $10/mo, not including premium features… Netflix be like “would you like to Pay per Hour or Pay per Show?”, “Are you still there? Cause you’re still being charged!”

thesmallestcinnamonrollofall asked:

so if net neutrality gets repealed were starting a war right?

savenetneutrality answered:

yep. time to get some torches

FCC Repeals 'Net Neutrality' Rules For Internet Providers

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After a brief security evacuation, the agency voted to undo Obama-era regulations that prohibit cable and telecom companies from blocking access to websites and apps or influencing how fast they load.

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Source: NPR

Regardless of What Happens Tomorrow, Keep Contacting Your Reps

Your internet will not go black tomorrow if the FCC votes to repeal Net Neutrality. You’ll still have time to fight it.

People aren’t kidding when they say Congress can stop the FCC’s decision. If they vote to repeal NN, that just means to have to strike Congress even harder than before. We HAVE to convince them to overrule the FCC’s decision in that case.

We’re already making great strides. Republicans are speaking out against the FCC and telling them to cancel the vote altogether or put it off for further investigation and review first. Bills are being introduced by Congressmen to save NN. Hundreds and hundreds of businesses - including big name businesses - are banding together to protest, and you can bet they will be suing the FCC up and down if they vote to repeal the internet’s neutrality rules.

The only reason this is happening is because of public awareness and pressure. Asshole Pansy Pai may not care about the public, but our representatives are listening. They’re hearing us, and many of them are acting. We need to keep it up and get more on our side if we’re to ensure NN stays in place.

Whatever happens tomorrow, keep calling, texting, emailing, faxing, signing petitions, and doing all you can to save NN.

And if we ultimately win, whether tomorrow or in the future? The fight doesn’t stop there. They’ll keep coming back again and again unless we can get some permanent rules in place.

There are fights to make internet a state provided utility like water or electricity, provided by your local government rather than greedy ISPs. The few that have these set up in their towns already claim their internet is much faster and cheaper than ordinary internet already is. ISPs hate this, and are working to make this illegal, too. (That’s why it’s part of the repeals they’re trying to pass.)

Whether we go down that route or not, we need to fight to keep this situation from ever happening again. If we don’t, we might find ourselves losing someday.

Don’t let that happen.

The Government Just Voted To Completely Screw Up The Internet As You Know It

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Internet: [GURGLING DYING SOUND]

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The Federal Communications Commission voted to repeal Obama-era regulations protecting net neutrality — rules that prohibit internet service providers from slowing websites or charging premiums for “fast lanes” for specific services or higher-quality streaming. On Thursday, the commission, whose deliberations were briefly delayed by a security concern, passed the widely expected decision on a three-to-two vote.

Though the decision is a major setback for technology companies, consumer groups, and Democrats who lobbied aggressively against deregulation, it was all but a foregone conclusion. The FCC is led by Chairman Ajit Pai, a President Trump appointee and longtime critic of net neutrality. Net neutrality should be rolled back, Pai argued in his November proposal, to stop the federal government from “micromanaging the internet.” (Bizarrely, Pai also appeared in a video for conservative news site Daily Caller on Wednesday to promote the net neutrality repeal and danced with a woman linked to the so-called "Pizzagate” conspiracy.)

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