did u know that we live in a society where a man who compares his penis to a white supremacist leader is consistently hailed as a misunderstood musical genius but a ~young woman~ can’t write a song about how WHITE SUPREMACIST PENIS DUDE is emotionally abusive and weird without having her sanity/sexual worth questioned hahaha okay bye
I remember when i was nine, i was at a friends house and her mom was planning her 10th birthday party and she asked some questions about balloons and my friend said “I’m going in to double digits MOM” and i think about that a lot…
When I turned 10 I went out to dinner with my dad and my soon-to-be stepmom and he said, and this is an exact quote, “you’re no longer a single digit midget” and I still don’t know how I feel about it
fairly certain that my physics textbook snapchats are my greatest achievement in life
I’m so hungry but I can’t cook or really eat anything that requires utensils because our water is still brown but my mother is still doing dishes in the dirty water as if nothing is wrong with that
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I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.
"At The Movies, The Women Are Gone : Monkey See : NPR
The whole article is fantastic, as is pretty much everything Linda Holmes writes.
(via kdhart)
My mother is just sitting around talking to her cousin and I just want to leave
My uncle is like, “you need new tires”
like yeah, thank you. Do you want to pay for them? Because I cannot, so
One of these things is not like the other.
Typical
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