once you put on the feminist glasses they never come off
it’s ok you can redirect that anger into smashing the patriarchy
Feminism is for everyone. Feminism ruins everything.
Except like…the lives of oppressed people but who even cares about that!?!!?
- Out Of A Whole Planet’s Population, One Hero Will Be Chosen: It’s Probably Going To Be A White Dude
Well we are the majority the odds are in our favor
no yoU AREN’T THAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS POST YOU DENSEHEADED DINGLEFRICKER
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the stone
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the chamber
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the dementors
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the triwizard tournament
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the returning
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the creepy childhood
- Harry Potter and the voldemort can u not with the horcruxes and just die already jfc
I’d like a rad woodcut type design for a patch that draws from classic labor struggle designs with the words “International Intersectional Justice” at the bottom. Preferrably in red white and black
“Do I get stress headaches at work? Yes, definitely. From the moment I get in, it’s “Denise we need this! Denise we need that!” Which is stressful… ‘cause my name is Linda. Denise is the other black woman that works here. By 10am, someone in the copy room makes a joke about Kobe Bryant, and everyone looks at me to make sure it’s ok. And I smile like it’s ok. But really, my head and neck are starting to throb. Then I spend the rest of my afternoon training my interns, and answering their questions, like, “Yes, black people use shampoo”, and, “No, I don’t know any good reggae clubs around here”, and, “Yes, Condoleezza Rice is very articulate, why do you sound so surprised?” And, “No, I can’t tell you where to buy weed!” And that’s when I reach for Excedrin.”
Presented without comment.
Through their writings, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald—the young, glamorous literary couple du jour—defined the Jazz Age as we know it. Scott declared his Southern belle wife, whom he married in 1920, “the first American flapper.” The inspiration for Daisy Buchanan in “The Great Gatsby,” Zelda was known for her wild antics, like drunkenly jumping, fully clothed, into the fountain at New York’s Plaza Hotel. Even as a kid, she was always creating a scene: She stole a car when she was 8; she went swimming in a flesh-colored bathing suit in her teens….
But Zelda, as fearless and trail-blazing as she was, can’t even embody the flapper movement fully. For one, it was not all white women, as NYU’s Modern America reports: “For the time being, the bob and the entire Flapper wardrobe, united blacks and whites under a common hip-culture.” Secondly, the flapper’s rebellion against Victorian sexual mores didn’t start among the high-society debutantes, but in “working-class neighborhoods and radical circles in the early 1900s before it spread to middle-class youth and college campuses.”
Pictured: African American Flappers at a football game in Washington D.C. from the Smithsonian Institute.
Oh OF COURSE WOC would have been the ones running the flapper game from the getgo.
And we would never have known this either thanks to bullshit fucked up history/english classes excluding them
Freaky Ass Dream
Remember folks: Violence perpetrated by a government can still be terrorism. The Iraq war was 100% state sponsored terrorism.
“On femininity as essence
The idea that we are made of a particular flesh and that we have a specific nature can be dressed in charming colours. … Whether couched in contemptuous or eulogistic language, the nature argument tries to make us into finite closed beings, who pursue a tenacious course, consisting of repetition, enclosure, immobility and maintenance of the (dis)order of the world. And this is exactly what we are trying to resist when, described as ‘unpredictable’, capricious and perplexing, we then accept the idea of a feminine nature which, in this guise, seems to be the opposite of permanence. Deviations are willingly granted us, as long as it means that we are outside history, outside actual social relations, and that everything we do comes only from the surging forth of some obscure genetic message buried deep in our cells. For thus we leave the dominant group all the benefits of being the inventors of society and the masters of the great unknown and the gamble of history”