So tell me. How far can I walk on my own at night? How many metres, exactly, can I walk unaccompanied without having to fear for my life?

How many drinks am I, an adult woman, allowed to have after work on Friday night before being dismissed as a “party girl” or “asking for it”? How high can my heels be, and how short a skirt can I wear, before being implicated in any crime against me? And, just so that I’m clear, how many metres can I walk to get myself home?

And if something happened to me, how harshly would I be judged? If I vanished on that walk to my front door, what would you have to say about me? Would I be tut-tutted at for not accepting the offer of an escort home? Would idiots take to Facebook to admonish me for supposedly leading some guy on?

Would do-gooders and commentators and Twitterati-types take my parents to task for not raising me to act sensibly? Would they lambast my friends and lovers for not taking adequate care of me? Would everyone in my life suffer because I exceeded my allocated metres of solo walking?

Would every media outlet in the country view my disappearance as an opportunity to point out that, as it happens, women have more to fear in our world than men?

Would you, quietly, at the back of your mind, think that if I’d just stayed home with my partner, like a good wife and woman, none of this would have happened to me?

Are you just looking for one big, smug fucking excuse to say that you told me so?

And just so that we’re absolutely fucking clear, how many metres am I allowed to walk on my own at night?

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Tags: feminism
I am the girl who prefers to spend her Friday night curled up with her pillow, reading a good novel, and I am also the girl who likes to go out on a Saturday night and dance until the DJ plays his last song. I am the girl who wants to wear beat up converses and an oversized sweatshirt, and I am also the girl who owns over sixty dresses and too many shoes to count. Why did it become okay to say one is better than the other? Because I am all of that.
Ming D. Liu, What is “better?” (via nonelikejesus)
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bitrates:

forgotteninferno:

glittertitties:

paper-planes-and-toy-trains:

you are my sunshine

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my only sunshine

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you make me happy

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when skies are gray

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you’ll never know dear

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how much i love you

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please dont take

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my sunshine away

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this is the most beautiful post i have ever seen I’m my life

This makes me a happy Irish man

This is beautiful

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“Batman doesn’t have to put up with this shit—why should we?”
― Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman

No but really, the guy can wear a freaking spandex costume in the street and no one would have the idea to say to him “hey man, you’re cute” or to whistle at him every five seconds.

But us women … we can’t even wear sport shorts to go running without getting that and more. And let’s not even talk about the insults if we dare say anything back !!

So Batman may not have to put up with this but we do, and it’s pissing me off so much that I will keep doing it. I will not let it stop me, not when it’s 35°C outside and I wanna do sports.

So if men’s hormones can’t handle it, they’ll just have to suck it up, like we do, everyday freaking day !!

ikenbot:

space-rockets:

Neiled it!

He fuckin gets it.

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eerieearthling:

This particular moment in Star Trek is actually quite important. A lot of people don’t realise that understanding something is not the same as approving of something. This particular episode (A Taste of Armageddon) had a civilization where war was fought on computers instead of on the battlefield and instead of people dying in combat they would send the calculated amount of “casualties” into a camp to die. Kirk is outraged completely by this and rightly should be, but Spock is not so overtly disapproving. He understands why they might think their solution is better for their civilization and takes the time to think about why they are doing it. Even though he can understand why, he still believes it is wrong for them to be doing it. 

There is a separation between understanding something and  approving of something that a lot of people seem to miss. 

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You promised, remember.

Summary: You look outside the window and you think you see him under that streetlight. But you don’t check. You don’t because you know that if you do, the desire to bring him back will be impossible to resist. And, you promised, remember. (Post 5X22 Swan Song)

You promised, remember.

You look outside the window and you see families, just like yours. Your family … Lisa and Ben … Bobby and Sam … but you can’t go there.

You promised remember.

The apple pie life. And for once you intend on keeping to your word. As hard it it becomes everyday, you won’t let Sam down, not again. So you hang on to this life, this lie … You have barbecues, you go to Ben’s soccer games, you even got a job as a mechanic, but this isn’t life, this is hanging on … hanging on untill Sam gets back, untill you get him back, except you won’t get him back.

You promised, remember.

Sometimes at night, you look outside the window and you think you see him under that streetlight. But you don’t check. You don’t because you know that if you do, the desire to bring him back will be impossible to resist.

And, you promised, remember.

You hate him sometimes, for forcing you to make that promise. And you hate Lisa and Ben, and all these people out here that can smile at you and mean it. All of them overlooking or not even seeing what a mess you are. You hate yourself too, for not jumping with him, for not stopping him, not saving him. But there’s nothing you can do about it now.

You promised, remember.

You drink more than you should, you know it, Lisa knows it, hell even Ben knows it! But it’s the only way you can get to sleep, and even then the nightmares don’t stop. There’s still a gun under your pillow, even after five years. And sometimes at night you think you could just … but you don’t.

You promised, remember.

You know that Lisa knows, she’s not stupid, but it’s like you’re both better living a lie. And Ben, you do everything you can not to mess him up, not like you were, or Sam. So you stay, you live your apple pie life, hoping … you don’t even know what to hope for anymore. All you want you promised not to do.

You promised, remember.

When men imagine a female uprising, they imagine a world in which women rule men as men have ruled women.

Sally Kempton

I feel this is very important.

(via yourenotsylviaplath)

It’s been apparent to me for a while that most men can’t really imagine “equality.”  All they can imagine is having the existing power structure inverted.

I cannot decide whether this shows how unimaginative they are, or shows how aware they must be of what they do in order to so deeply fear having it turned on them.

(via lepetitmortpourmoi)

"Most men can’t really imagine “equality.”  All they can imagine is having the existing power structure inverted."

(via misandry-mermaid)

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"Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver."
Constance Georgine, Countess Markiewicz