“boys will be bo-“
*punches you in the face*
bOYS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE
#Thatmomentwhen you’re completely flat and you still don’t think you’re far enough. #dancerprobs #ballet #dance
holligansitwillrain replied to your post: brain fart. halp. the word that mean you kno…deja vous something like that
lol :P non. deja vu is french word, i mean english word. *facepalm* urgh is like….when a person yell when they right. you kno? they say like ‘ha! i was right, _______” .__. merci tho. :D
non, is simple word. hmmmm
ummm people say ‘i told you so’……… psychic?……..
Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.
You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, “I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.” — Fugivitus: A few things to consider when you find a feminist blog (via alchemy)
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[sprays u with water] no, bad opinion
YESSSSSSSSS TRUE GODDAMNIT
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your heart is a muscle the size of your fist: I’ve been thinking a bit lately about how straight cis dudes are so... -
I’ve been thinking a bit lately about how straight cis dudes are so utterly unfamiliar with the concept of being put under a gaze, and so unaware of times when the gaze is set upon them
and I feel like as a result of this, two really obvious things happen
the first is that they have no idea how…
the CEO of abercrombie didn’t really do a good job at marketing to cool kids because i don’t really like their stuff
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost. — Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
“what did you do on friday night?”
“oh i watched videos of svetlana zakharova taking class and cried”
My foot as I torture it into doing things it should not be doing
Somebody asked a while back for me to post a picture of my dead shoes…well, here! Even though these were still totally usable as long as I didn’t push my foot over like that (this is as dead as they get though)
GUYS LOOK RYAN’S “BAD FEET”
*proceeds to cry and rip up shoes*
yeah pretty much
I still seriously think they should model ballerina dolls after ryan
just because that would be both adorable and technically correct in a really vaganova way
which is exciting
BALLERINA BARBIE IS OLD NEWS. NOW WE HAVE BALLERINA RYAN! PROPORTIONAL, FLEXIBLE, RUSSIAN, AND FABULOUS! $20.99/1 DOLL all proceeds go to Moirai Ballet
omg I need to hire you for marketing
I WILL LITERALLY RUN YOUR COMPANY FOR 10$ AN HOUR
WAIT FOR THE CHURRO VAN
WAIT FOR THE CHURRO VAN
IF WE COULD SWING BY CO AND STEAL RYAN TOO THAT’D BE GOOD
LETS DO IT COLORADO ISNT THAT FAR AWAY AND I BET YOU COULD BEAT CBII’S STIPEND
what’s this about a churro van?? *I’m listening*