This doesn’t bother me, as the majority of them are thirteen year old girls who “dont care if you judge me,” “<3 <3 <3 JESUS,” and have a moving background with music that automatically starts playing.
It’s funny how posting about atheism has never seemed to lose me followers, but women’s rights/feminism and they can’t unfollow me fast enough.
The only reading material more depressing than the “wet houses” article!
No, I mean, FOR SERIOUS.
My dad and I read it constantly, because it’s also really good, but you do want to set yourself on fire afterward. And then, you know, the novel is semi-autobiographical, which makes EVERYTHING WORSE.
Did you know this guy’s poor mother was told childbirth would cure her consumption? WHICH IT CERTAINLY DOES NOT? So she wound up dying when he was little, after pumping out six kids in hopes she wouldn’t die?
Have I mentioned the poor man was also primarily a ‘mosexual? There is No God.
Anyway, the novel is extraordinary, and phenomenally written, and everyone loves it in a sad, self-loathing sort of way. Promise.
I am a Canadian and found myself pregnant in college after having just started dating someone new. I gave myself a week to weigh my options, and finally decided to have an abortion. I made my appointment, and would be going the following week.
When I got there, no one was picketing, which I appreciated. However that did very little to calm my nerves and I vomited in the parking lot. I can only imagine how horrible an experience it would have been had people been there yelling at me and trying to tell me how to make my reproductive choices.
I flashed my I.D. before a camera and they let me in. I met with a doctor who asked me to fill out some forms and said she would come back in a few minutes. They were not the kinds of forms I was expecting. They asked me what, if anything, worried me about the procedure - things like that. She came back five minutes later and we talked about my concerns. She helped me to feel better about the procedure and she told me what would happen. I understand that in the U.S. some states are trying to force women to listen to the fetus’ heartbeat or have the doctors tell women that a fetus is the “beginning of life” or some-such. I probably would have cried and left if I had been shamed at the clinic. It was not my proudest moment. I had just vomited in a parking lot and was shaking and crying sporatically due to nerves. Anyway, the doctor talked to me about different birth control options. I hadn’t heard of some of them before, and decided to try the NuvaRing. She gave me a year’s prescription, no questions asked.
I left without paying a dime. I got my abortion done when I was about 6 weeks along, making it far less complicated than if I had to wait until I had enough money saved. To all of the Republicans out there who arbitrarily decide that Canadians are unhappy with universal healthcare, I can assure you that I am thankful for it every fucking day. And because I had my abortion in college, I have a career. It infuriates me to think that most Republicans want women to be forced to have children and then don’t want to support poor, working-class mothers. I wish the women in the States could have the same rights as I do when it comes to control over my own body, and I sincerely hope to see it one day. But I am nervous for them because the government wants to take their choice away. Will they go seek back-alley abortions? Use a metal clothes-hanger?
Can we forget about protecting fetuses? We need to fight for choice to protect women.
I didn't get that job. They were going to hire me, but the company put a freeze on hiring.
I feel terrible. I barely slept. I was so excited that something new and good was finally going to happen. At least they are interested in hiring me when the freeze is lifted, but that probably won’t be for a few more months. So maybe I will be able to find something else…
I think this would be a good time to go on vacation somewhere. I need a goddamn vacation.
“If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: “He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned.”—Epictetus (via pterodactyls)
"It’s hard to understand why our feelings can be so ephemeral and betray us so often. You’d like to think you could love a certain someone just because they’re nice and cook you spaghetti and play the right Miles Davis song when you’re ready to have sex, but it’s never that simple."
“I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work. The women, though, they’re all “crazy.” I have a suspicion - and hear me out, because this is a rough one - that the definition of “crazy” in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore.”—
When I was thirteen years old, I got my period. Soon after, I remember going with my mother to the nurse practitioner’s office — her name was Debbie. Debbie told me that once girls got their periods, they were more likely to be anemic, and I would have to watch out for it. She suggested I start to take an iron supplement.
Something about that conversation irked me, even when I discovered that I was slightly anemic a few years later. I disliked the implication that one could be pathological just by being female. And I didn’t understand how it was that menses, which is only about thirty milliliters of blood loss per menses, could have such a profound impact on women’s iron status.
“Hysteria” may not be a diagnosis anymore, but femaleness is still pathologized.