Q:Hey there, regarding the quote of mine that was put up. I read through the source and found the questions that were asked to men that were used to make them admit that they had indeed raped someone. I agree, wholly. By definition, the people admitting to those acts are indeed rapists. And I agree that anti-rape campaigns do work. The point that I was making was that whether or not they admitted to the questions asked of them, they still knew it was wrong. They're still monsters. Not our children
Rapists have families. They have friends. They have co-workers and bosses and significant others.
Acting like rapists are all monsters hidden away in alleys doesn’t help anyone.
Because so often, sexual assault victims are told they are lying because their rapists are such “nice people” who seem “so normal” so they couldn’t be those monsters.
Rapists ARE someone’s children. Acting like they aren’t only protects the rapists.
More Macklemore, less Robin Thicke.
And yet a huge percentage of Tumblr hates him. Not trying to be confrontational, but could someone please explain to me why this is?
Because he is a straight white guy and Tumblr isn’t always right.
oh my god if i have to see this post on my dashboard one more time
all right, okay. let’s talk.
last year on a slow day in law/society class, my teacher showed us a movie where charlize theron was one of the only female workers in a mine in minnesota. she experienced a fuckload of sexual harassment, ofc; it was when she started daring to complain about the sexual harassment that shit got really bad.
i remember watching charlize theron go through all these awful things, and i remember getting vaguely invested in her as a heroine; yeah, you go charlize theron, you continue to work despite these harassment and assaults, you stand up for yourself when people shun you in the community, etc
and there was this climactic scene where the miners’ union was having a meeting, and charlize theron was going up to complain about something or tell people she was suing the company or smth, i can’t remember, and she stood there in front of this huge crowd of angry men who were booing her and catcalling her and shouting the worst things at her and she’s getting really miserable
and then her father, who also works at the mine, goes up and says “hey, you’re all jerks, think of your mothers & daughters, would you treat them this way,” and the miners are like “oh wow charlize theron totally does deserve our support etc” and then the movie continues
but all i could think was— what, so they’ll listen to a man but not to the woman who’s actually affected? why doesn’t charlize theron get to save the day and be the hero? in a conversation about sexism, why is his voice more important than hers?
we’re not mad at macklemore. or— well, we are mad at macklemore, but we’re more mad at the system that prioritizes macklemore over actual queer rappers, over actual rappers of color, who have been saying exactly the same shit for decades and been ignored.
we’re mad at the system that gives more attention to straight allies than queer activists.
we’re mad at the system that only supports queer rights when they are quiet and polite and have cute graphics.
we’re mad at the system that makes macklemore a hero of of the queer struggle but doesn’t know marsha p. johnson’s name.
we’re mad at the system that will listen to macklemore when he comes to defend us— but won’t listen to us.
we’re mad at the system that has constructed itself to make damn certain that only straight cis white boys can be heroes.
it’s fuckin’ great that macklemore thought he was gay in third grade. but the system would rather give his third grade gay freakout the spotlight than our actual whole-life queer experiences— and that’s not okay.
Fuck your fireplace full of books.
at least two thirds of the posts on fynct have some kind of stack of books with a thing on top or books used for decoration or book stacks as the legs of a coffee table and I’m like why would you do that don’t you want to READ your books
oh my god
I JUST GOT IT
SUPER COMBO SUNDAY
Fuck your skull on a pedestal, tolix, faux fur throw, antler wall plaque, Eames rocker, lucite coffee table, books arranged by color, wall letter, Moroccan pouf, wall LP, and your decorative wall handbag.
so this is my new favorite tumblr. its sole purpose is to make fun of pretentious design clichés. I love the super combos because seriously how many can you fit in one room
they also have the best tags
Q:second to last weirdo picture - parent with girl sitting on shoulders - the little girl has looooong hair.
ALL IS REVEALED
Made rebloggable by request.
Because people are awful, stupid, and scared.
People think that little boys are safer than little girls. Little boys are easier to deal with - little boys aren’t complex or hard to understand. Just give them a football and an attaboy, they’ll be fine! If they’re upset just tell them to rub some dirt in it, if they get scars tell them that chicks’ll dig it, if they get afraid or if there are tears all you have to tell them is that Big Boys Don’t Cry. Men don’t get scared, they are men, and you’re a man, aren’t you? Attaboy. Now go out there and play with your football and everything’ll be fine.
Little boys aren’t moody and mercurial and capricious little princesses who have tantrums and stamp little slippered feet and cry piteously, are they? Little boys don’t grow up to be teenagers with mood swings or uncomfortable and awkward bodily fluids and emotions and they won’t get totally overemotional or illogical like GIRLS get, right? Boys don’t have a hard time at school like girls might get - it’s not like they get teased or bullied and if they are, well they’re boys, they can take care of themselves and just sock that bully in the mouth and that’ll be the end of that. Boys don’t have fight with friends and don’t have to deal with rumors or not getting invited to parties - boys are SIMPLE. Boys just need to fight it out and then they’ll be okay. Boys’ll be boys.
But most of all, little girls grow up to be little victims. Every day there’s another girl found raped, dead, missing, assaulted, abused - girls that killed themselves because they were gang raped and nobody did anything because boys will be boys. One day you’ll have to look your little girl in the face and explain to her that people think in this world that she is worth less, that she is less intelligent, less rational, less capable to deal with anything in a reasonable manner and that there are Bad People Out There Who Will Do Bad Things and that’s why you can’t go out, sweetie. And that’s just Drama.
Because your little girl might one day turn into a teenager and there will be blood and tears and tampons and that’s messy and disgusting. They’ll fall in love and in lust and when they do they’ll be the town slut, they’ll get pregnant and they’ll get hurt and that’s Drama. When boys come back at 4 am that’s cause they were having a good time, let them have their freedom, darling. When girls come back at 4 am it’s Where Were You and With Who and What Will The Neighbors Think. Because girls get hurt and girls get raped and that’s Drama - but nobody thinks that’s Drama when boys hurt and boys rape. Cause that’s just boys being boys, and that ends with entire towns covering from them because one mistake shouldn’t ruin their promising lives.
Because we live in a world where it’s easier to raise men as abusers and to want to avoid having girls - so that your child isn’t the victim, somebody else’s baby is, not yours, because that would just be Drama. Because we live in a society where our safety, our struggle, our inequality, our fight and our search to build a world that will accept us, nurture us, and protect us is just plain old Drama.